Sunday, May 27, 2012

Inside the Trench

From the trench you espy the enemy,
All decked out in his pomp and glory. Such
A sight leaves you parched, athirst for a touch
Of God's great love, his most wondrous mercy.
For yourself, this is true, but more besides,
For the sake of thine enemy who knows
Not of the sea and of the rising tides
That soon will swallow his great pomp and show.
Your back to the wall now, he advances,
You wish it were better circumstances;
For an enemy is a loved one made
By the same God, and he could have been staid.
Yet you and he were given a chance; true
Love is made by the gift of life in you.

                      Inside the Trench, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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