Christine Phillips Poet Narrative

The Warriors Faith

He has made it to the stream, but he had to cross over to accomplish his dream.   The mission was pure but the odd against him was so much, and there was no way that he was going to cross the shore. The torrent was too high and he could not swim across to meet with the sky, so he mapped out a plan but every angle he took it from the distance was too long and the current was too strong, and so he had to piece together another plan on how to cross the high tide beating against the wind.

There was only one way over to prevent the enemy from capturing him. You play friendly matches, but you don’t fight friendly war, and there are two things that you do when you come face to face with the enemy on the battlefield. You either kill him or allow him to surrender to your will, or you capture him and let him pay for his sins.  

It was a tall order for him, but he was determined to win. He had courage in his feet and a strong heartbeat, and he would not face defeat. He had no boat, so he had to swim and float and that was the only way out. The path he takes would lead hum right into the enemy’s gate unnoticed and he could capture the entire island without a nickel or dime.

He pieces together a plan in his head, and the first plan was to clear the body of water in order to cross over. He is a diver and a good swimmer, but he did not know what was howling in those waters. His body looked strong; he had big muscles to plunge along for his faith was strong, so he waited for the moon to rise and destiny to swim by his side. 

And with faith he plunges into the deep on a journey that was so steep. Something spiritual must have happened for his body cut through the water like a bolt to lightening and from a distance we could hear the drums roll, and souls rise up from the deep and steer him along as he swam to a mighty song.

 There wasn’t a submarine beneath him and no one was here to support him, he swam, float and dive and within six hours he crossed over to the other side; with a rifle wrapped in plastic strapped to his feet, he took the entire island while they were fast asleep and so the mission was complete. 

The warrior’s faith is strong, the warrior’s faith is running along, with two hands and two feet, the warrior broke through the gate and conquers the mission before it was too late. No ship, no boat, only a dagger pointing at his throat, he floats and dive and a miracle fell from the sky.
The warrior’s faith is strong lets welcome him to our land!

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