After many days of battle,
Someday along life's journey,
we'll pause for a while
and take a rest underground.
But our destination is not six feet
beneath the ground but high, above
and beyond the blue. We live not
for the grave but for the skies
Our enemy is stern and fierce,
But compared to the power
that works in and for us,
he is outmatched.
Still, we must keep fit for flight
and only carry what's necessary for the fight.
Unnecessary burdens retards progress
And excess armory wears the soul.
Someday, we'll pause and rest for a while,
but our destination isn't underground
But high; above and beyond the blue.
We live not for the gave but for the skies.
We live not for the gave but for the skies.
Ogolla Enock 19th April,2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem