For those past, for those
currently serving their country, and for
those who have returned.(Click through for charity suggestions)
One ever hangs where shelled roads part.In this war He too lost a limb,But His disciples hide apart;And now the Soldiers bear with Him.Near Golgotha strolls many a priest,And in their faces there is prideThat they were flesh-marked by the BeastBy whom the gentle Christ's denied.The scribes on all the people shoveAnd bawl allegiance to the state,But they who love the greater loveLay down their life; they do not hate.
--Wilfred Owen Monday's post will appear tomorrow morning.
Published on November 11, 2013 03:11