Colin F. Jones


It is the moment, this moment and no other,
That we live to stand and to vie,
Defending the honour of our ladies and brother,
Or yet to desist or die.
It is a moment, the birth of a child,
The death of a soldier from bullet or shell,
A moment when one born defiled,
Knows the meaning of the religious word ‘Hell’.
It is a moment when elated with joy,
A Mother clutches a newborn to breast,
Be the child a daughter or boy
It is a new life in the family nest.
It is a moment, just a moment when love,
Moves through us from heaven above.