Martyrs of Shiloh

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They come- touched

Simply because they’re called

No one else around them hears it

Because it’s a sacred whisper within

Because it is soundless- a feeling

In the same fashion as chills

But they’re fervor is dedication

They’ll know not any reservation

Time has etched their names in place

Beyond all human understanding

Borne forth to shoulder true grace

Unbeknown what cost will be paid

Still, unabashedly they’ve answered

As have all martyrs, in fields… of Shiloh

Dedicated to the brave thirteen

U.S. service members killed near Kabul-2021

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published August 28, 2021