What shall it take to make me whole, <br />Will the light of Heaven fill my soul. <br />Death has touched my shoulder cold, <br />Stormy sunsets blazing bold. <br /> <br />Fools rage, dogs defile, <br />I forget it all for just a while. <br />Holy Fire, <br />Unborn child. <br /> <br />Time decays.... <br />Upstanding men, <br />Tides dim, <br />A candles end. <br /> <br />An acre of ground cast aside, <br />Leaves fall and rise, <br />Evil will hide. <br /> <br />Noble children girl or boy, <br />Beaten city, onset of joy. <br />Heaven and Hell at close of day, <br />Deeds undone, weigh down today. <br /> <br />Clouds on airs whispery breath, <br />Demons exultant at sinners death. <br />Trees covered with mossy dew, <br />Flames of hope we must renew.<br /><br />Philip Lore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/great-battle-lost/
