GOD AND GLORY
Scorched fields stretched for miles with
Men scattered, shattered, stretched abroad,
A fight, a battle, a war between brothers –
Between neighbors, friends, lovers, and foes.
Death steamed from the fire and grass to reach –
Reaching up as the cannons and bullets blazed
To take each man, each soul plucked from the world,
Lying there with eyes skyward grasping, gasping, ghastly
Wounds dripping with blood covering the field,
He holds his hand over his gut holding in his courage,
And the gun and cannon smoke lingers overhead –
See the blaze, the war cries, but not a shred of glory as
The battle rages, the tides are turning, there’s no honor in war.
WOVEN
By the stars that shine in the summer night,
By the moon that reflects the winter’s cold,
Between the snowy fields and the summer light,
We gathered to witness the stories told,
Ancient tales that spring from unknown sources,
Talks of fates entwined on a weaver’s loom,
Each life that forms must set its own courses
A fire glows around this earthly tomb,
But just as a ship can begin to sail,
And find the crew lost with no hope for land,
So too can we become lost in a tale,
With no hope of finding the truth again,
Though we scour through tomes of ancient lore,
The truth we seek is woven in the score.