Weep grieving mothers for babies infant cries
alone on the battlefield a brave soldier dies
Clutch each sacred memory near bruised broken heart
speak each one as history to generations apart
Reap the harvest bittersweet - sweat ripened, blood bought
sown in willing sacrifice - selfless, violent fought
Leap joyous citizens! Cry out! Shout! Proclaim!
lest freedom ring on tone deaf ears - to our ignorance and shame
Sleep oh nation under God in whom claim we to trust
your lot take not for granted for fear it turn to dust
Occasional musings and randomly profound utterances from a forty-something husband, father and child at heart.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Cleave
out of the dust madest me
not good not good alone to be
my Father rained love graciously
and from my flesh fashioned she
fast abide my maiden fair
my fields alone gleanest there
take double portion take my share
yours be the wheat mine the tare
bone of my bone
my flesh my own
for this cause I take my leave
for this cause to you I cleave
clutch this trembling heart in thine
this tepid water turn to wine
woman woman breath of life
out of man into my wife
bone of my bone
my flesh my own
for this cause I take my leave
for this cause to you I cleave
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