And War Shall Be No More
Not a torch, a candle
marks the gate to life,
in peril for its faithfulness
and unafraid to die.
And were its flame extinguished
as a witness to devotion,
all the marchers, self-inflamed,
would know the victory
is of a new Jerusalem
from higher ground,
profound the wound
and sanctified the blood
imparted in its sacrifice.
Call down the city, floating
in your dome of stars.
Bow low before your deity
that rules within the heart,
transcendent, built of broken clay
and its own miracle,
the spring of day within.
To such the alleluias rise.
To one great cause
the armies march full-armored
underneath the banner
of their love,
and though impossible,
their everlasting dream
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2012
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