ByKevin Kuzma


Feeling the sword on both shoulders,
first one and then the other,
I am welcomed to this holy war.
The winner already decided
and yet still so many
slip away to darkness,
the temptations of the world.
With my head bowed and eyes closed
the sergeant wraps me
in surcoat and cloak
when something like a wind
breathes into my soul:
“I am your purpose,” it says.
“You’ve already laid down your life for me.
Go. Find others.”

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