The Warrior (a poem)

This morning my thoughts traveled along
to a place in my life where days have since gone.

Beholding an image of what I used to be
As visions were stirred, and God spoke to me.

He showed me a Warrior, a soldier in place.
Positioned by Heaven, yet I saw not the face.

I watched as the Warrior fought enemies
that came from the darkness with destruction for me.

I saw as the Warrior would dry away tears
As all of Heaven's Angels hovered so near.

I saw many wounds on the Warrior's face.
Yet weapons of warfare were firmly in place.

I felt my heart weeping, my eyes held so much.
As God let me feel the Warriors prayer touched.

I thought "how familiar" the words that were prayed.
The prayers were like lightning that never would fade.

I said to God, "Please, the Warrior's name"
He gave no reply, he chose to refrain.

I asked, "Lord, who is so broken that they need such prayer?"
He showed me an image of myself standing there.

Bound by confusion, lost and alone
I felt prayers of the Warrior carry me home.

I asked, "Please show me Lord, this warrior so true."
I watched and I wept, for father...the Warrior - was you!



I got this poem from the Chaplin one day while I was in basic, he had it on his wall in his office and I really enjoyed this poem and so I wrote it down and now I offer it here to you all, in hopes at least one of you will enjoy it as much as I have.

Thanks Rom.

cool bro!

joe

Thank you. That was a very moving poem.