A Soldiers Lament

A Soldiers Lament   The soldier stands and fights alone Upon the windswept hill The flag of Heaven by his side The battle his Master’s will   His armour bears the marks of war Each place tested by the foe His sword still swings with practiced ease His Saviour’s might to show.   And underneath … More A Soldiers Lament

The Hunter

Today, all I want is a loaded rifle. The feel of the wooden stock in my hands, the cool metallic smoothness of the darkened barrel glistening in the light from my cell phone as I slowly insert the gleaming brass shells into the receiver. I fill the magazine, although if all goes well only one … More The Hunter