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There is a war
And I am one fighting within
A bloodshed I hadn’t known to befall
Without the cause or the means
Blindly following what others do
I fought gallantly and was commendable
What I’m fighting for, its like I knew
For a life to be far from bearable
Everyone else but my cause
Everyone is happy as long I follow
Then like a grenade I toss
I’m no longer the hero
A deserter... an outcast
Shamed into believing what I believe
Never more to what I ask
I began to see of the battles to achieve
I have no reason to fight your war
When everyone do not know why they belong
Are you still fighting for?
As an outcast I rather begone
...It was two days before she lost them,
and an arrow slashed her small finger,
a small wagon train did take her in,
but a doctor found gangrene in her,
chopped her pinkey with barely a word.
Fever set in and it was two weeks,
she got so sick she could barely speak.
At Denver she left the settler crowd,
only to learn that Merlon was gone,
he’d been absent about two years now,
and his trapping has never been strong,
that he would’ve gone bust before long.
Celeste felt that her heart would soon break,
but she heard word he was in Salt Lake.
Once more on the trail Celeste did go,
through frozen and rocky mountains high,
taking hard paths she didn’t much know,
in those cold peaks she often did find
that her stomach was kissing her spine,
lost fifteen pounds in that rocky span,
but finally saw the Mormon lands…
She soon learned where Merlon was living,
rode towards his spread with a smile,
couldn’t believe this was happening,
she’d not felt such hope for a while,
and prayed for rewards for her trials,
but when she made it to his cabin
she saw a woman standing with him.
Celeste froze at this awful scene,
Merlon gasped and ran up to her mare,
he then cried out,”My dear Celestine…
Please, oh will you come down from up there?
You are looking half-dead, have a care.”
Celeste was too broken to shed a tear,
Merle just asked,”How did you end up here?”
She cried,”I came to find my fiancé,”
but said nothing of all the great harms,
the woman came up and Celeste’s gaze
fixed upon a baby in her arms,
she was too broken to feel alarm.
Merlon said,”But I thought you’d hate me,
I’m a deserter, so unworthy…”
She barely heard his words as he spoke,
feeling as if her whole life was done,
she couldn’t breathe, she wanted to choke,
Heard him say,”But I am now Mormon,
and God doesn’t limit wives to one.
Yes, my dear, I think we’ll welcome her,
another wife, to be your sister.”
The wife just looked on, her face quite blank,
Said,”Bring my sister in from the cold.”
“Ah,”cried Merle,”Our family gives thanks!”
Celeste numbly did as she was told,
she was soiled, and thirty years old.
not something most wanted in a bride,
so she let this man lead her inside…
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
No matter how you feel
I know the feeling is real
Be encouraged
God's got you...
It's Okay
Jesus is here
Don't be dismayed
Stop being afraid
In a flash...
God got your back
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
No matter how you feel
I know the feeling is real
Be encouraged
God's got you...
It's Okay
just be okay
Believe it now today
Receive it God's blessings
Be still dwell within them
Your Okay
Just be encouraged
Things could always be worsen
You could be a deserter
Backsliden all but forgotten
Your soul spirit rotten
Just magnify the Lord whose true
And He will honor and glorify sanctify you
Just be
Just be encouraged
Just magnify the Lord whose true
And He will honor and glorify you;
Just be encouraged
No matter how hopeless or bad you feel
I know, I know that I know God is real
God will bring you through
This I know is true
It's Okay
Jesus is here
Don't be dismayed
Stop being afraid
In a flash...
God got your back
Just, just be
Just be encouraged
Be encouraged
God's got you...
9/22/05
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2005, 2019©
Straying away from the straight path
in search of sumptuous grass,
Me and my friends meander to the mountain top
on a crisp clear sunny day,
The cottony white clouds mirror our soft tufts of wool,
The sea is calm today, unlike us, who are restless;
Raff rests his weary head on Walter,
Sophie and Sara lay down side by side,
While Nero dares to stare at the 'deserter' in defiance...
We don't know where to go, what to do,
And so we wander around,
What if we fall down the ravine?
I am scared and edge back,
Whereas Nero and Terry fearlessly forage for food,
Browny wishes to follow them against my warning,
Most of my friends group together,
What next? Where is our leader?
I don't know, we have no idea,
We're all looking for our lost shepherd to lead us...
...back to safety
William shows his absolute integrity and empathy when he says
“If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead.
How can I write to you after what I’ve done?
What I’ve seen?”
Sure, he is a deserter, but there is so much more to this man.
He is not only a deserter, he is a husband and a caregiver.
He is a man who feels he has not lived up to his wife’s expectations.
He feels ruined, unworthy of her now.
This quote gave this reader hope, for I know that he cares.
He is concerned about his wife's wellbeing, about what she thinks.
He is humble, and unassuming.
It makes him more handsome and desirable.
I am cheering for him to write to his wife now.
Jesus, you say bring home my sheep
You say be a shepherd like perfect You
I say my sheep have gone prodigal
They have my credit card, I say resigned
At least they buy cheap wine on my dime
They’ve discovered tobacco, too
They won’t come home, I’ve tried
My mind has escaped me, I bleat
But, my body has returned to the barn
And the mind are homeless sheep
They want to go AWOL at every chance
They know my arms are not open though I try
Nevertheless, the mind and body are one
I am their pen and prodigal sheep
I am the arms closed and deserter
I am the sheep and herder
Isn’t that right, great shepherd?
Ask not what you, Jesus, can do for me
Ask what I can do for my sheep
I don't ask you to return my flock
You say, kindly woo them with contrition
Take them to the bar and pay the tab
Let them drink their fill if need be
Bring the sheep home in a cab
Leave the pen open just in case
If the sheep go prodigal again
Let them know there’s no place like home
Where else can they roam?
Jesus, I’m your lost lamb
I’m waiting at the bar
Come rescue us