Gary Jacobson

WINNOWED BY WINDS OF WAR

Terrible beyond imagining are the foul winds of war
Oh the memories that even good men store
Do not lightly go into that dark night
The birthplace of real fright
Baptized of the fire and the spirit
Staining forever that sparkling wit

Walking on the rim of mortality
You tempt morality
Death destroying humanity…
Risen out of the waters of senseless depravity
Battling hatred’s rife
Not only Gods give and take life.

Sometimes it takes the greatest bravery
To turn the other cheek
To walk in the footsteps of the Master Meek
To peaceful seeds sow
Winnowed by winds that fiercely blow
Stilling angered hearts… so peace can grow.