Warrior Poet Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Deadly to his enemies
confusing to his friends

While faithful to his writing
injustice he portends

Furious in times of war
in peace his vision burns

But past the fray inside his words
a gentler spirit yearns

Salvation long then sacrificed
a fate he can't deny

A cross that's left for him to bear
but still his spirit cries

Through battles mostly heaven sent
and victories sealed with death

This guilt the price he's had to pay
now felt with every breath

One wish at last he prays out loud
one cry is sent above

'My spear, my pen, my will to live
I trade all back for love'

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: February,2017)