One Master

I signed a contract with the state to use my body as they will. My mind they did manipulate. In the name of freedom, I would kill. I never questioned right or wrong. Obeyed all orders without thought. I strove to be Army strong. My loyalty and heart were bought. The flag I served flew overhead. My uniform bespoke my pride. A true soldier born and bred, I marched on while others died. As time went on, before my eyes, I saw a different point of view. I prayed to God my soul baptize, wash clean my sins, be born anew. I threw down my master's glove. I left the life of blood and sword. My orders still come from above, but now I serve the Lord. July 5, 2015

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Albena Yordanova

Date: 7/5/2024 11:12:00 AM

Once you open your hearth and follow the path of the soul, there is no turning back. The tough and actuality mesmerising way has shown us the real Devine way, for which we are more than blessed to follow! And to keep our faith nomatter what. Very beautiful poem. I am always drown to artists with whom we speak the “same language”. The language of the soul??

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 10/19/2017 11:07:00 PM

A beautiful poem of following a higher calling, Janece. We ought to obey God's command, not man. Such a strong voiced poem. May love light your path always.

Robert Nehls

Date: 10/15/2015 4:45:00 AM

Hi Janece. This poem addresses the direction of a souls journey and the realization that there is a higher Master to serve. God will lead us on our journey and there is no need to question His guidance. This is a wonderfully crafted poem and a joy to read. This is a 7 and a favorite..... Robert.

Jan Terry
Date: 10/15/2015 10:52:00 AM

Thank you for your kind words, Robert. Yes, life is a journey that's best traveled with God's guidance. He has always shown me the way when I thought I was lost. I have read a couple of your poems and will be following you on Poetry Soup. Hope to get to know you better. :) Janece

Kp Nunez

Date: 9/19/2015 11:54:00 AM

Back to congratulate you, Jan! hugs!

Dr. Upma A. Sharma

Date: 9/16/2015 2:06:00 AM

Wonderful write n win Janece! Big Congrats !

Skat A

Date: 9/15/2015 2:19:00 PM

Janece, nice win. SKAT

Casarah Nance

Date: 9/14/2015 9:09:00 PM

Wow, thank you so much for entering my contest, it is such a pleasure to read you!

Kp Nunez

Date: 8/2/2015 7:12:00 PM

Hi again, Jan. :-))) I'm afraid I do not think the same way. When I first came here, I just wanted a place where I can share my writes. I just take each day as it comes. I find though, that my most appreciated writes were those which came spontaneously, where everything just clicked. Like you though, I am always striving to do better with each write. I noticed there's a lull in your posts. Keep joining the contests. They certainly keep me busy...lol! hugs

Jan Terry
Date: 8/2/2015 8:51:00 PM

You're, of course, right. The times when the poem just flows from my pen, produces better writes. Thanks for the encouragement. I just need to be me. Meanwhile, I will be enjoying your poetry. Hugs. Jan

Kp Nunez

Date: 8/2/2015 1:35:00 PM

This masterfully expresses the angst and eventual resolution in the mind of one who has a calling but somehow took a detour before finding the path. Glad I got to read this. Good one, Jan! hugs

Jan Terry
Date: 8/2/2015 6:14:00 PM

Thanks, Kim. I can always count on you for feedback. Will keep trying to write that one poem that truly pleases me because I am my toughest critic. Is it the same with you? Lol. Hugs. Jan

Stephen Githui

Date: 7/6/2015 8:37:00 AM

Wow!that poem is great

Jan Terry
Date: 7/23/2015 6:04:00 PM

You can only serve one master.

Jan Terry
Date: 7/6/2015 12:14:00 PM

Thanks, Stephen. I am proud that I served my country but always wonder, what if I had to kill another human being in the line of duty? It goes against any soldier's Christian beliefs. I also, at times, feel guilty about surviving 3 years in the Army when many of my male classmates were dying in Vietnam. I suppose being a woman saved my life. This poem allows me to visit these thoughts and express another opinion about military service. Thanks again for taking the time to read my words and comment. : ) Jan