Well Acquainted with Grief

Yes, He knew grief—knew him like an old enemy. From the first betrayal—all His care and attention pitched for a bite of fruit—through the latest— a kiss on the cheek, an 11-man flight, a swear word on the lips of his side-kick—His heart bled. He knew the whiplash of loss; He had stared into the […]

New Trails

I do not regret the way I ran those last few miles of path desperate to reach the place it branched off to something new. But now I’ll slow take in the smell of pine and drink the colder air till sun and heat combine and wander with me long along this road.

Sound the Trumpet

The path leads through the battlefield. Oh wounded one with fallen shield, where has your vigor gone? The enemy rages wild and fierce, spewing arrows aimed to pierce and drain you, still as stone. And though your duty is the sword against the overwhelming horde, you need not fight alone. Take up the trumpet; sound […]

The Price of Love

I’ll take a thousand thorns if I can hold that rose. —

Song of the Soldiers

The day will come to lay our swords to rest And enter victors to the Light of home, But we are soldiers set on foreign soil. For now, we press our shields against the blows Of evil ranks stretched to horizons all Around. We lift our swords and charge the horde As arrows fly […]

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