Be Still<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cTunde tell God about your problem and listen to His still small voice. He will guide u aright.\u201d so the SMS says.<\/p>\n
I know you pray but will it pay?<\/span> Yesterday I was lost in a dark place \u201cStay. Talk with us. So I tarried with them And so we were till the Sun came up And the years went by On a day as strange as today With a torch in my face and the deep black at my back \u201cSpeak up man. Was it a name that escaped your lips? I remember we met on a night just like this I have not mourned for them. So I tarried again in that place so strange. And so we were till the Sun came up 18-11-2012? (updated 6:35am 02\/Mar\/2013)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Be Still \u201cTunde tell God about your problem and listen to His still small voice. He will guide u aright.\u201d so the SMS says. I know you pray but will it pay? I have strained hard. But I haven\u2019t heard. … Continue reading
\nI have strained hard.
\nBut I haven\u2019t heard.
\nDid I ever?
\nOr was I just clever?
\nCommune with thine heart upon thy bed<\/p>\n
\nA journey with no aim found me at the cantonment
\n\u201cHalt!\u201d said the soldier at the gates
\nI had trespassed. And I was ready for my recompense.<\/p>\n
\nTo war tomorrow we go.
\nWho knows if we will be back or not.
\nMaybe yours will be the last friendly face we\u2019ll see.
\nTell us your name and we will tell you ours.
\nPer chance we meet again, then not as strangers but as friends.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nAnd took their minds of their troubles by telling them mine
\n\u201cWe will gladly trade places with you friend
\nBut we are committed and we must go
\nDo not think less of us if we say fear is our bedmate
\nWe will still do our duty to man and country<\/p>\n
\nAnd the stars went to bed
\nI made my way wearily home
\nBut home is not a structure planted in the ground made from bricks and mortar
\nBut there I went all the same<\/p>\n
\nAnd I grew in age and in girth
\nLife got better then worse then better<\/p>\n
\nI found myself once again where I should not be
\n\u201cHalt!\u201d said the soldier at the gates
\nI had trespassed. And I was not ready for my recompense.<\/p>\n
\nI could not see past my nose
\nBut I heard a familiar voice
\nAnd a name sprang to mind
\nI whispered it lest I was wrong
\nBut it carried all the same on that still night air<\/p>\n
\nOr would you rather lose your teeth.\u201d
\n\u201cI used to know a soldier. Perhaps it is you. A friend he was on the night he went to war.\u201d
\n“It is I indeed friend. Many years have passed but nothing changes.”<\/span><\/p>\n
\nBefore we went to war
\nYou look worse for wear
\nBut who am I to talk?
\nHave I gained in rank or in wealth?
\nOr is it the gray that I hide under die or the fat that forms my second belt?
\nYet I am here and many are not.
\nFor of those you met that strange night only I remain.<\/p>\n
\nMaybe I waited for you: for one who knew where we went and how we felt.
\nWill you tarry and listen to me?
\nI will tell you about fear and foes
\nAbout guns and ghouls
\nAbout death. Ye. Mostly about death.<\/p>\n
\nAnd he told me how death came and starred in the faces of men
\nAnd took their breaths away
\nSome went in the rain that refused to stop
\nAnd some went in great pain
\nBut to no one was it gain
\nAnd mourning those who were no longer with us
\nWe passed the night with a thousand shades<\/p>\n
\nAnd the stars went to bed
\n<\/span>I made my way wearily home
\n<\/span>But home is not a structure planted in the ground made from bricks and mortar
\n<\/span>But there I went all the same
\n<\/span><\/p>\n