The Will

It comes to pass that life has a path, the road is worn of battles past.

This blood that's spilled upon the fields transcends the thrill, my burning land begins to fill.

On smokey wings, fly war laden crows, stretched into the sky, upon the bones of mountains high.

Seeks the fouled ground laughter?

Or the pain, for corporeal bodies to rise again?

As darkness falls upon heavens throne, God's will to atone, with heavy hands set now, this moment in stone.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Or the pain, for corporeal bodies to rise again?

As darkness falls upon heavens throne, God's will to atone, with heavy hands set now, this moment in stone.

Powerful stuff … for some reason I am brought to say a hair-shirt of a poem for its writer??? Whatever the case, it is remarkable.

[Sami Khalil]

On smokey wings, I see you are soaring with faith where peace within you and joy to the world it brings.