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Posts
- PRAYER
- WITHERING BUDS
- FORKS IN THE ROAD I HAVE TRAVELED
- THE PLAYWRIGHT
- GOODNESS AND MERCY
- CAMBODIAN CORONA PROTECTION
- THE TRANSFORMERS
- FORGIVENESS
- DEFIANCE
- THE GREAT I AM
- IN OVER MY HEAD
- SECOND CLASS
- TWO THINGS
- COSMIC BEINGS
- REDEFINING GOD
- CHANGING TIMES
- TO BE OR NOT TO BE
- A TASTE OF NIRVANA
- FLASHBACK
- EXPERIENCE… THE MOTHER OF WISDOM
- THE COST OF INEQUITY
- KISS AND TELL
- POSITIVE ENERGY
- I STILL BELIEVE IN ANGELS
- EATING CROW…AGAIN
- NOW AND THEN
- I DID NOT VOTE
- THE CREATOR OF ALL THINGS
- OUR ONLY LEGACY
- JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN
- THE CHILD ON A LOG
- DARKNESS IS COMING
- MIRACLES AND ANSWERED PRAYER
- INTERVIEW WITH ANNA REDSAND
- EVERYBODY KNOWS
- FINDING COMFORT IN LIFE AND DEATH
- CELEBRATING OUR ONENESS
- THE UNPARDONABLE SIN
- THAT WHICH I HAVE COME TO BELIEVE
- HELL
- WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?
- YOU ARE GOD
- LETTING GO OF GOD
- EDDIE and ISHMAEL
- DEATH
- KALEIDOSCOPE
- A BETTER WORLD
- SEX or CELIBACY
- WHY I NO LONGER WORSHIP A GOD
- AVOIDING REALITY
- FRUITS OF THE SPIRIT
- CONFESSION
- CHOICES
- LIFE ETERNAL
- FORGIVENESS
- WATERMELON
- THE FIGHT
- ONENESS
- RELIGION
- A CLOSET WITH STIFFLY-HINGED DOORS
- STEPPING OFF THE FIELD
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STEPPING OFF THE FIELD
The Enemy
The Sun settled slowly,
After a long and costly fight,
And I with the rest of the men who survived,
Pulled back and dug in for the night.
In front of us in an open field,
Lay those we could not save,
Their mangled bodies stiff and cold,
Their lives for freedom gave.
I sat alone on listening post,
But nothing could I see,
Yet across the field at another post,
I knew one sat like me.
I wondered if by chance he too,
Were trying not to cry,
Remembering all the friends he’d lost,
Asking why they had to die.
Suddenly my feelings changed,
No hatred could I find,
How strange that this my enemy,
Would have feeling just like mine.
I wanted then to meet him,
But would he understand,
If I stood in peace before him,
And offered him my hand?
With a rifle shot, the answer came,
And I knew it could not be,
For that young man across the field,
He was my enemy.
And so I put away my thoughts,
And forgot about my friend,
For I knew tomorrow we’d probably meet,
And for one it would be the end.
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thank you, wayne, this is from mujin’s friend `jeff. We are following your life story thru your blogs on the last day of 2016. We started with Branh Chhang and now we are at your poem. Best wishes for 2017.
Thanks Jeff… I appreciate the acknowledgement and interest in my blog. Give my regards to Mujin and should you have any questions I would be happy to discuss them with you. I may not have the answers but through sharing perhaps we could learn a few things from each other.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!