march to the sound

I will march to the sound of sacred drums
and storm earths dark sepulchres
with an avalanche of praise.
My battle cry of worship
will shrive soiled pathways
and lay waste shadowed ambush,
false promise,
and cloying fear.
This will be the music
not of triumph nor joy,
not ribaldry or merciless conquest,
but the soft compelling overture of love.