The Meekness of Soldiering 

When it becomes warmer

we will fish by the sea,

and watch Pisces rise

from behind our wanderings.

The waves will quiet under

the Pelicans salty breath

and sand castles will give way to

ocean kingdoms.

 

We will watch it grow darker

until the sun fades below

a weathered pier,

and appear the light of men.
Not a scholars game,

not a prophets name,

only God and I and You:

Six quiet feet marching

as meek soldiers

toward the next continent.

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