Tuesday, July 31, 2012

On the Battle of Teutoburg Forest, AD 9

If you catch up a German and take him away,
From his Teutonic night to bright Roman day,
You may teach him to speak,
You may teach him to ride,
You may think he's forgot,
When he's learned how to hide.

But when in the forest the fog closes in,
And rain's beating down on the huts of his kin,
When the murmurs and footfalls just off of the track,
Set a lump in your throat and a chill down your back,
While your grim legionnaires (who are soaked to the skin)
are strung out in a line miles long, columns thin,
You may look for your German,
But look to your sword,
And look to your captains,
And pray to your lord.

You'll not find your German,
But he's found his kin,
And round all your legions,
The Teutons close in,
And Teutoburg Forest
resounds with the din,
And none of your Romans
will see Rome again.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

In Memoriam, Tonya Reeves & Child

She was told it was safe,
that it was about freedom
and choice,
all routine.
They still say that,
did you see?
In their statement
on a mother,
a fiancee,
a sister,
a daughter,
a grandchild,
that it's all great, you know,
and the statistics are nice.

I didn't know her,
and I don't know if she
bought into it all.
But she came in,
went under,
bled out,
and two lives later,
two images
of God
the Creator Lord,
one tiny,
one grown,
were gone.

Lord, have mercy,
Christ, have mercy,
our eyes that do not see
our ears that do not hear
our foolish hearts.
Let us,
O Lord,
love life,
love You,
while it is called "today".