Thank you, Canteen crew! Bless our troops!
Poems on the Eve of War
March 18th, 2003 | Sabertooth
Posted on 03/18/2003 1:55 PM EST by Sabertooth
Two Towers
Shattered in the blue dawn's early gleaming,
Steel and glass fall down one fateful morn.
Twin Towers burn in fires of hateful dreaming.
We wake to pyres of nightmares newly born.
Now, rebel clerics fan the flaming rabble.
And yet, the Bell of Hope chimes. God, we hear it
Above the evil death-cult's towering babble,
Ringing to our heart, our mind, our spirit.
So to our Towers our streaming faces turn,
Still standing on our bannered City's Hill--
As Root and Branch our enemies can't burn--
As Pen and Sword: the allies of our will.
For God and Country stand our righteous Towers.
The Two are not Jihad's. The Two are ours.
Remembering Again
December 7th came again at midnight
Like smoke and darkness from the Rising Sun.
Remembering again, we fight the Good Fight.
Another mourning cries at evil done.
The eagles' realm which holds the Purple Mountains
Has bred a folk upon its heartland grain,
Rained by waters flown from Living Fountains,
Who eat of fruit grown on the moral plain.
In peace our generosity is gold.
Our stature arms ferocity in war.
No Lilliputian tyrant's ropes can hold
The longhorn or the grizzly… So we roar.
Let History warn well the still defiant:
The doomed will dare to rustle sleeping giants,
Such a Time
When Pope John Paul and President Reagan took
Assassins' shots, what Providence was shown?
When both survive the Eastern Walls they shook,
What unseen ways beyond our ways are known?
When human events flow bloody in their courses,
Are Wallenburgs and Churchills called from shore?
When Major Washington survived his horses,
Himself unmarked, did History mark more?
When Esther found herself the cherished Queen,
While Persia's Jews were facing death's abyss,
Why did she choose to risk her life between?
Who called her forth, for such a time as this?
This Christmastime, Who calls our military?
Who called when Gabriel announced to Mary?