a line in the sand

As my existence here in Germany stabilizes and I settle into my new skin (digital camouflage), my civilian self still surfaces like hungry little fish at dusk to feed on what bits of nourishing life might alight on the water. My starving little personal-space-fish rushes from the murky depths and rises to devour a single unsuspecting and indifferent hour of aloneness in the laundry room to read and be still. Another lonely and kind fish weaves in and out of the roots of a tree flourishing above the undercut and nibbles on the moss of a few rare and edifying conversations. A school of memory fish move as one and glimmer and reflect the long rays of another sun rising and setting in my dreams of the past and visions of the future.

All in all, I am still here, though at times divided against myself. A line is being drawn in the sand by a uniformed soldier challenging a warrior of the spirit to simply take a step and join forces...to move forward as one with an uncompromising purpose: Seek the will of God and destroy the false being within by His power.