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Unchosen Graves

by C D D © 2023

Foxhole armpit-deep and frozen
Fearful, focused through eerie nights.
Oft a chilly grave unchosen
For all the ones who've lost the fights.

"There's no atheists in foxholes,"
I've proved that saying often true.
The bodies bleeding without souls
That gave me cause to call to You.

Would You, LORD, please simply spare me…
…help me to see the ones I left?
…promise I will always serve Thee…
…serve Thee until my dying breath!

Desp'rate promise, heard and granted,
As crisp November nights drew nigh,
A whispered prayer, firmly planted,
The day the 10th dragged slowly by.

Yet in the morning, nearly noon,
Rumors spread faster than fire.
We all were told that we would soon-
See this war fin'ly retire.

The guns fell silent on that day,
Though, Your praise, I could not silence
I long to one day dwell with you
Without these pains, tears and violence.

Honor all who've braved the conflict,
--constant volley of bloody waves--
I pray, my God, you interdict,
'fore others fill unchosen graves.

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