War Weary

Pain and futility marched with us for lo, time out of mind, to cruel conflicts everywhere for there are no other kind. We have taken ground and lost it built fortresses and realms, commiserated and celebrated with emotion that overwhelms. Wounds heal superficially scars run to the bone, heart and soul are broken and we dream of going home. Who will save us from ourselves before all of us are dead, the ultimate fate of soldiers and one we truly dread. For who can say it’s noble to slay for cause or king, will victory save our souls from the judgment death will bring? Uncertain fear should stop us but never will I know, as mortal pride impels us to strike another blow. Approaching the ultimate arbiter still carrying our sword, there to surrender finally peacefully to the Lord.