The Poet of Ruhleben, item 8

• April 5, 2017 16:16:38 Lucas Diaz

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  SUMMER DUSK IN CAMP

   
  

  The sun with gasps of golden breath

  Celebrates his daily death,

  Soon no more of him is found

  Save, enskied, an open wound,

  Mirrored to kindle in our eyes

  The quiet flame of sacrifice.

   
  

  O behold! The living Earth,

  Pilgrim of repeated birth,

  Wearying towards our far homestead

  Robbed and wounded, left for dead,

  Pillages by the assailing hour,

  Prostrate at the feet of war.

   
  

  Mighty powers grandly  handwritten  superbly pace

  The streets of interstellar space

  But they, with all their ringing pride

  Pass by on the other side.

  Endure yet, despairing men!

  Comes the good Samaritan.

   
  

  Down the weary, dusty road,

  Harsh with travel, red with blood

  Towards the earth, benumbed, despised

  Comes in healing vision, Christ,

  Instilling the impulsive wine

  Of Himself, the Living Vine.

• April 5, 2017 16:16:21 Lucas Diaz

  (15)

  SUMMER DUSK IN CAMP

  
  

  The sun with gasps of golden breath

  Celebrates his daily death,

  Soon no more of him is found

  Save, enskied, an open wound,

  Mirrored to kindle in our eyes

  The quiet flame of sacrifice.

  
  

  O behold! The living Earth,

  Pilgrim of repeated birth,

  Wearying towards our far homestead

  Robbed and wounded, left for dead,

  Pillages by the assailing hour,

  Prostrate at the feet of war.

  
  

  Mighty powers grandly  handwritten  superbly pace

  The streets of interstellar space

  But they, with all their ringing pride

  Pass by on the other side.

  Endure yet, despairing men!

  Comes the good Samaritan.

  
  

  Down the weary, dusty road,

  Harsh with travel, red with blood

  Towards the earth, benumbed, despised

  Comes in healing vision, Christ,

  Instilling the impulsive wine

  Of Himself, the Living Vine.

  
  

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