Poetry Wednesday: Prayer of a Soldier in France

Prayer of a Soldier in France

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My shoulders ache beneath my pack
(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).


I march with feet that burn and smart
(Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).


Men shout at me who may not speak
(They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek).


I may not lift a hand to clear
My eyes of salty drops that sear.


(Then shall my fickle soul forget
They Agony of Bloody Sweat?)


My rifle hand is stiff and numb
(From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).


Lord, Thou didst suffer more for me
Than all the hosts of land and sea.


So let me render back again
This millionth of Thy gift. Amen


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Poem by Joyce Kilmer 

8 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem, very touching. <3

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    1. It is very touching. I love how the author parallels each of the soldier's sufferings to one of Christ's sufferings.

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  2. Wow, this is beautiful, Ceci. <333

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    1. It is very beautiful. My teacher couldn't get through it without crying. :)

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  3. Yes, thanks. I just needed to cry.

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    1. I hope it was a cry in a good way! But this poem is the perfect one to cry to.

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  4. Wow. That was a very deep poem. Makes me respect our soldiers all the more.

    Catherine
    catherinesrebellingmuse.blogspot.com

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    1. It does bring respect to our brave men and women. Sometimes, I feel as they don't get enough respect. It's a shame, for because of them, we have freedom.

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Heylo there! I see that you're about to comment, thank you! I have comment moderation on posts older than 6 days only so that I won't miss it, it has happened you know.

~Ceci