Heather Marie Mortimer
To A Soldier - Poem by Heather Marie Mortimer
When weary journey does not travel to rest
And heaviness of heart exhausts your limbs
In competition with Death may your mortality show best
That in your power you live by simple whims.
When your heart is o'erworn and aged by others' death
And each sunrise brings days without renew,
May you sense some comfort from my breath
That breathes across this ocean to give you life anew.
May my purity of heart keep your hands clean
That in battle, no harm is given or taken
That victory is won with victorious gore unseen
And the gentleness of your hands remains unshaken.
I would have you as you are, but war will age you faster than I
But may the time that passes thru my heart keep this clock in check
That though you change, you remain as unstained as the sky
And the love distilled in my heart be at your slightest beck.
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