The Way of Victory
The Way Of Victory
I longed for wandering by those islands
Where ever blue rapturous sunlight beams ;
Sought a mountain home, for sleep and silence
And gold-crested star-winds throughout my dreams ;
In deep tumult, thunder of rolling tides,
Far below uplands where Holy rest abides,
He sent victory, where pilgrim road leads
Through murmuring crowds, through cities' rash mobs,
Through reality, human thoughts and deeds,
Through smoke, dust, agony, -red sodden ways
Where reapers harvest and toil dauntless days,
Sea of sorrows grip, death-winds moaning past
Soul resplendent, triumphant to the last.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-17- 2020
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021
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