The toughened bellow came
I rose and ran, weapons in hand
Confident, undaunted
Bullets fly, from both sides, zipping, whistling, from every direction
Hitting flesh, ripping, tearing
Cannon shells explode, plummet all around
Smoke fills my eyes…blinding
In trepidation and dread my flesh crawls
Death and ruin surround
As the panorama
plain burns aglow
Steadfast I keep
my way towards victoryDeath wins, death loses
Life wins, life loses
I have struck blows upon the enemy
But in the chaos I have struck my own
Ground is gained; ground is lost and gained again
Seemingly a
lifetime but I have survived
From hell and
backRealized, my Lord has sustained me
As in a surreal dream
I draw a breath
Wearily I shut these eyes
Turning my back to the battlefield
Face bloodied, caked with dirt
Rivulets of dried tears stain my cheeks
Burned in by the sun
The smoke clears
Seemingly another
lifetime I open my eyes
Turn my head to
look backGaze up into the sun
Taking in its warmth God has made
I gaze over this panorama He led me across
Through and by His
Spirit
I realize I hold
no malice, no hate, and no guiltFor every destructive battle, my own or from another
All I have are memories to remember
Good ones, cherished…all other memories are dead
Graves I used to walk about
Now hidden amongst a healing bloom
There are more
fights of faith to be fought ahead
Yet my Lord will
lead me…Victory is His
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2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing
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