The Trials of Our Troops: In Focus Again

The truculent theaters
And erratic drives
Have harkened
A terrifying realm…
One’s clemency
Must now deliver a heavenly wreath
From the holiest ramifications.

The holy tree
Whose bark is removed
Must become whole against
That horrific backdrop.
Through the Glorious
And Most Powerful One,
His children will rise up
From the desolate, empty trunk.

The Mighty Lord shall never forsake
A harmonious son or daughter.
The Mighty Father will lend
A helpful, healthful ear.
The grieving shall
Shallowly wither
With the mention of Christ.
And the grace of His Goodness
Will banish the wintry affront
To the Earth’s unfolding majesty…

We will not be consumed
Like empty milk in the fridge -
We are here to reestablish
A freedom from drones, tanks, missiles,
And devilish cruelty.
With a love for toughness
And solemn modernity,
The options for future growth
And success for ourselves
And everyone around us
Shall flourish during this difficult
And distinctive age…