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Going Home

The battle started in the misty light of false dawn,
shattering shells ripped the earth like hellish plows.
Each shredding earth and men, and nearly all dead-on,
it seemed Hell had come to earth, and reigned here now.

It was in such a moment that a single screaming shell,
exploded on the walls of the war torn town.
A soldier fell from shrapnel’s tear, the pain began to tell,
he screamed the cry of a soul in fear, as he staggered and fell down.

The war moved on, the fight did surge to other parts of town,
but he lay there in helpless pose against the shattered wall.
Pain, oh the pain of the torn body brought him around,
and cries of agony fell from his lips, as he awaited Death’s call.

Alone in the rubble, and knowing the end was near,
he cried out, Oh God, I am done for, please watch over my heart’s domain.
Doubling over in that moment, he felt as ageless as forever there,
thinking only of the loved ones he would never see again.

In that moment a light fell all around, and the pain flowed far away,
and the wounded man looked up to see a stranger standing there.
His eyes were filled with all the peace the world could ever know I’d say,
and somehow the soldier knew he was no danger to him, as He bent to pray.

The soldier heard the words and found an echo in his heart then,
and the stranger touched the wounded man and spoke with voice so soft.
Its time to come home now, for you the war is done my friend,
and the soldier stood with the greatest ease, feeling his spirit loft.

Looking down he saw the husk of the man he once had been, torn from every limb,
and looked at himself standing there and saw the spirit that had been within.
The stranger smiled and led the way, and the soldier turned to go with Him,
home to where the Maker waits to accept each torn spirit, and with love to finally mend.