The grass grows tall and green again and death is covered—at Verdun.Read more "Tenacity of Life"
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 […]Read more "Song of the Soldiers"
The dew has fallen on the grass like tears. The early mourning sun has touched the sky. And far above, that promontory high, Gilboa, rises from the misty years. The shrike of arms, the shattering of spears are memories the wind bears in its sigh. The place for kings and warriors to die is […]Read more "The Song of Gilboa"
– Arm me for battle, Lord, that I may fight the battles facing soldiers blessed with ease: the callousness within my soul toward light that hardens all the ground sins’ battles seize; a mind recalcitrant and sharp with doubt that you would ever answer my complaint; the stab of fear that all I’ve learned about […]Read more "Arm me for Battle"