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Angels On The Battlefield

by Mark Spencer © 2009

He lay upon the battlefield,
His face down in the mud.
He knew that he would not survive.
He's losing too much blood!

He thought about his family,
And then began to cry.
A fate like this was not the way
That he had planned to die.

And he could see, through blurry eyes,
A figure drawing near.
Although it could be anyone,
The soldier felt no fear.

It might have been the enemy,
Making sure he was dead.
Or perhaps a fellow soldier,
There to help him instead.

But suddenly the lad felt strange,
He was able to stand.
He could clearly see the figure,
Who offered him his hand.

It was an angel sent from God
To help him find his way.
As he looked at his battered flesh,
He knew he couldn't stay.

There were angels all around him,
Each tending to the dead.
Helping every fallen soldier,
With the journey ahead.

The men were guided toward a light,
They followed, unafraid.
And as the light engulfed them all,
He watched his comrades fade.

He thought about his mom and dad,
The words left unspoken.
And when this news reaches their door,
Their hearts will be broken.

Then he thought of his fiancée.
How will she carry on?
They made so many future plans.
What happens with him gone?

A life so filled with memories
Went flashing through his mind.
He thought about the special friends
He had to leave behind.

It's like an uncompleted dream
Was coming to a close.
But only God can understand
The way life's river flows.

And entering the light, he asked:
Is my adventure done?
The Angel smiled as he replied:
"It's only just begun."

This poem was a finalist in the September 2021 poetry contest

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