A Soldier Marching Home Poem by Preston Simmons

The man is discovered
At the doorstep of death,
The warden wanders by.
Courage may be found
In our pit
Instead of lingering fear.
Ten yards off
From where I stand,
your agony exceeds my own.
Since you are held captive by
The orders of our warden,
Are you struggling to survive?

Will you be cast to the glimmering fragments?
Or to the land where angels fly?
What wounds are concealed
Beneath your cloak?
Or hidden in your mind?
What will bring salvation?
Or prolong your days to years?
Will foreign hands carve your fate?
Or will you ascend above their snare?

Destruction can find you anywhere,
And this is proven true.
A fatal mist approaches,
With death at every side.
Soon your frame will rest,
Soon your soul will rise.
As you march home
Beyond your death,
To again be made alive.