He said,
“What is it like not to be afraid to die”
I didn’t know
I am afraid to die
If I would so choose
It would be for love

It’s a war

The order,
“Take that ******* hill”
It was an order
An order to die
Who would I obey
My fears?
Jesus?
My country?

I wondered,
“Who is not afraid to die?”
Is it a rational man?
A crazy man?
A man overcome with grief?
A man overcome with love?

But they were real
Not mythological creatures
******
Loving
Violent
Men

How could a seed emerge in a field  such as this?
How could the sun bear to watch?
How could God sleep?

We are candles
The flame is so weak
But glorious
The wax
Deep
But how deep?
The wick
Threaded by someone else
But how long
So many ways to fail
The wind
The depth
The length

I pray to you now

The leaves I placed in the ocean
Will  they come back or float away

I pray to you now

The rock I skipped across the water
How many  times will it skip before it sinks

I pray to you now

The face of a man consumed by  duty
He will never tell me what I  want to hear

Take that ******* hill