SARAH B. SOUCY
WOE OF A NEW SOLDIER
Like heroes we stand
One procession of Love
Moving against the tides
Of bitter fruit
Where once ideas stood
Now find I
Our own human feet
Dangling from
An even greater plateau
That one day would come
And the meaning of life
Would be known
Not hushed, not hidden
But right in the hearts
Of men and women
An eternal echo
Among firemen
I have never felt
such withered woe
a cry for hope
my unfettered goal
what foolishness
surrounds my soul
If I am not even
Ready to go-
So shed what remains
To be received
And find Grace
In your belief
That Tragedy
Is just God's wings
Carrying us
That we would come to know
The breadth of Love
And how else shall we see?
This Great distance between
Is it not for Suffering?
That all Joy is measured
So step a solid foot
Upon a broken land
Courageous in your shaking
Sultry in your song
For the injured soldier
Carries on.