The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Wants to show you love
Show she cares
Got God on her side
Sees rainbows in the air
The Soldier boy
Broken and gone
Feels only pain
As he looks upon
His only way
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Is on a mission
Lives to save
God's number one
The prodigal son
The Soldier boy
Remembers the day
His life changed
In every way
He earned his pay
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Is on the road
With love to share
Comes across her destined soul
Her little lost foal
The Soldier boy
Fires in haste
Fear in his eyes
He hears the cries
They wouldn’t die
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Holds out her hands
To show she cares
Touches his face
Tries to explain
The Soldier boy
Tortured in mind
Flashbacks
That make him blind
Just wants to die
The Jesus girl with the long blond hair
Takes his tears
Takes his fears
Gives him love
Sets him free
The Soldier boy
Sees the light
Forgives himself
His earthly plight
Thoughts of death already ceased
The Soldier boy
Now at peace.
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Great poem. I like the title. The Jesus Girl.
Thanks, Osei.
Lovely story.
Makes you enjoy your Easter egg more.
"The true Soldier fights
not because he hates
what is in front of him, but
because he loves
what is behind him."
G. K. Chesterton
(yet still, that added weight
of a life, taken - stolen
even in the name of loved ones
those, 'True' soldiers
carry back, with them
after surviving, hell on earth..
is deceptive in its capacity
to poison, the very love
they fought to protect..
alas
it takes, someone with immense
empathy and humility
to patiently, soak their fingers
with tears of sincerity
and unfurl
those clotted
'nightmares, as relived thoughts'
and wrangled hair knots
from despair's, gaping abyss
of freefall, defeat..
it takes someone, whose cultivated
their own faith
into a fishing rode, of unwavering belief
in goodness, prevailing
over
the abundant atrocities, of life..)
simply Brilliant, dear Poet
I think the ordinary people of Ukraine who maybe went to work, lived a normal life, and then found themselves catapulted into war. It must feel surreal. Soldiers live their lives on split second decisions, and those seconds sometimes last a lifetime, or for the unfortunate ones who take their own lives, a short one.
hate begets hate, violence begets violence
blessed are those unrewarded, majority
who see mercy and kindness, as a viable
antidote:
'We must love one another or die.
Defenceless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just'
( https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-1651
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Beautiful poem
Thanks, Blue.
Love this. Sometimes all one needs is another who sees the world a little clearer to guide them towards the right direction. I delight in your splendor.
Yes, hopefully the help is out there waiting for the broken.
Nicely penned & good message👌
Thanks, Dahlia
Love this poem and its message Paul.
Thanks, Rozina.
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