La venue de Asher

From the seldom traveled path,

A soldier did arrive.

Weary was his form,

But his eyes quite alive.

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His pale sword brightly glinted;

The stars did lighten his road.

His mind with pitiless hands

Did war’s concern softly goad.

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I saw his manner of angst,

A torrent rushing beneath glass.

I saw a gleam of resolve:

Sinking, for the pain held it fast.

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Now as he departs again,

He confidently speaks of his return.

Wait shall I, in ignorance’s hold;

Of night or day, I shall not discern.

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And now I wait, long do I wait

To see his form return anew.

War’s dire hand holds its own,

Unwilling to release the few.

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Among moonlit waves do I stand,

Wishing to spot this on the sea:

One whom battle has not slain;

One who listened to my plea.

In Christ,

Jessie