a literary journal

POETRY

The Soldier's Angel


 

A soldier finds his way from the front, 

Feeling the bullet sink into his bone, 

“O” he cries, “all hope, my love, has sunk,

Under oath I promised to be home,

Now I fear I won’t last another day!” 

He hears a whisper rise,

As he squints from the beaming sunray, 

“I don’t believe these stupid lies

Naming God to be false” he says.

As an angel steps from the mist,

He weeps, “not unless O my love I’m dead,

Gone before my time 

Without a kiss from my beloved!” 

It ends; he slumps and the angel takes him, 

Lying; they fly to a place without any sin.