Nancy L. Meek
THE POWER OF THE SOLDIER’S PEN
He did not know where the war would take him
His future lay in shadow somewhere just ahead
He did not know the path he would follow
Would lead him where others feared to tread
He dreamed of home and family
And the world he left behind
A world where life was simple
With cares of a different kind
He did not know each step he took
Would make a difference in the end
That the world would wait, breathless
For the power of his pen
No, he did not know way back then
The new battle he would face
The quest for peace and love
For the entire human race
The world lay at his feet back then
Drenched in human blood
He did not know his poetry, his stories
Lay dormant in the mud
Then God, in His own special way,
Touched his heart and moved his hand
Shining his message upon the page
So the world could understand
He did not know how many souls would learn
Of the atrocities and aftermath of war
But with courage and determination
He fights the good fight forevermore
He does not fully know his gift to man
How God’s seed through him has taken root
How even way back then, he took a step
Causing the world to turn beneath his boot
©Copyright 2001 by Nancy L. Meek
Author’s Note: for Gary Jacobson