Monday, March 28, 2005

To Friends at War

It was one day’s work to wake us and to teach our minds to fight;
Seeking out the strangest allies in the sudden shocking light.
Our hearts were something righteous if sometimes our heads were not,
Being plain unlikely warriors, sometimes cold and sometimes hot.
Hoping side by side with those we never thought we’d know,
Learning and unlearning as we sorted friend and foe.

We’re quick to use our weapons and slow to draw them back again,
For they are strange and fluid weapons made of love and blood and pain.
We took them out of fires that we never dreamed would burn,
And they are scarred from bitter lessons that we never thought we’d learn.
Sometimes pride and sometimes wisdom tells our weapons where to go,
As we are plain unlikely warriors, sometimes quick and sometimes slow.