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War Mist
Poem from the War on Ukraine
Rainwater rattles in the drainpipes, an urban waterfall
Light drops fall steady on Kyiv’s streets and alleys
Yellow Cathedral with blue domes stands heartily
The dog shakes off the rain, wagging tail with joy
Fog of war sometimes is just a light mist
We all seek moments of peace during war
Seconds, minutes, hours are all they are
Death, mourning, suffering never subsides
Some days they just ebb and flow like tides
We ride the blood red waves of these days
Surfers on a sea of death and raging battles
Heroes will rise and enemies will fall
Enemies will kill and Heroes will die
And for those who fight, we will stand tall
One day some sort of peace may come
Now is not the time, we worry it will be never
That the rest of our lives will be spent fighting
The sun may rise but will this war ever end?
Hard questions, brutal truths, a waiting game
We have faith and still do not lose hope
Rain drifts slowly past the window, the dog naps
War mists glide in and out of my thoughts
Prayers rise from deep within my darkened soul
Drift into the grey mists searching for the Master.
