I - The Apostle

The shadow crosses the first hour - 1995, age 18.

 

I walked upon the battlefield,
the air was stenched and cold.
My life was forged within the fire,
ancient spirits made me old.

I asked my Lord for victory,
my stability was sand.
An angry observer of the tide,
too numb to understand.

My patient Lord explained to me
that such was not the Plan.
He did not, to me, give victory -
but placed a sword into my hand.

Now the scars I wear remind me well
to fight despair with wrath.
When heaven is gone, and life is hell,
I will keep light the Path.

Reviews

[Michael]

He did not, to me, give victory -
but placed a sword into my hand.

Not all the time does God fight our battles for us, I think He lets us fight our own so that we can get strength from those battles. Not only that I also think He doesn't give us the victory, just to see if we can pick ourselves up and go at it again learning from the mistakes that we made the first time.

[Kara Emily Krantz]

"An angry observer of the tide,
too numb to understand."
yes our youth and our ignorance

"My patient Lord explained to me
that such was not the Plan.
He did not, to me, give victory -
but placed a sword into my hand."

i love this..... reallyu love this. it makes me want to pick up my own sword. and fight for who we are, fight for the life we want...

[Legion]

This is brilliant. So many people always say or believe that God is on ourside or that he will provide what it is we want, but it is not necessarily so. There has to be a loser or someone left wanting while another gets what he/she wants. Good write. You used your rhyme well also. Kudos.

[AlleyCat34]

There is so much I could say about this! It reminds me of journeys both old and new, to those have fought them and those who have survived to come home again. I mean that in both a literal sense and a figurative sense. As not every battle id fought with a physical sense. It flows well and pulls the reader along. Nice job all around!