2/10/15

A Memorial Hymn

Yours was not the shot heard round the world, but
oh,
to God,
that it was

Oh, to God, that every shot fired selfward
might
somehow
be reversed

Oh, to God, shall he destroy our final
foe
-- death
soon enough

Oh, to God, we cry. For what more can be
done
by hearts
left beating

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