Monday, 26 March 2012

To Battle

Warrior, hear the battle call.
Your time has come.
Fire arms may bring you down.
But your honour will live on.

Broken-hearted maidens watch
The army marches by.
Songs sung of comfort lost
Embracing the last lullabye.

Little lads run along beside.
Their fathers barely known.
Metal clanking, armour clad.
Echoes of laments true.

Flags of mourning flying high.
The villagers each spare a sigh
Homes, cattle, farmland left behind.
A cloud of dust the only sight.

Bursts of sorrow and painful melodies
Amidst them one of hope regained.
“They’ll be back soon”, her voice strong.
“As sure as the sun will rise.”

Harsh words for silence announced.
“You know not the future.”
But she penetrates the heavy cloud
Feather weight, the intruder.

Hope sown, hope never known.
Song of a grand return.
Marching soldiers, trudging on.
Ears perked in wonder.

Listen. Remember.
A day of joy to come.
Spirits rise to battle to go.
Hoping soon to be back.

Sorrowful hearts, ablaze anew.
War meaningless once more.
Families looking forward to
Being whole again.

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Well Worth the Task.

She watches and waits.
Days pass away.
Mind weak and tumultous.
Thoughts out of control.
Left to despair
With anger brimming over.
Answers to "why's"
Are too cold to give.

Born in a time of trust going rotten,
Lies being told like the wind and the water.
Waves crash against her.
As she stands knee deep.
Though provoking action.
To live or escape.

Forgotten soul, not forgotten. 
Competing voices in her head. 
Images blurring the horizon. 
The wind convincing her to live.

Why she stays, she knows not.
But she will not go before time.
Purpose planned she knows not.
But well versed she is, to not whine.

Love, it fills her desperate soul.
As love heals her heart.
Opening up, though difficult.
Love's well worth the task.