Sands of War

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© 1991 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved.

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)

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It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.

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Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”

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Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.

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The dunes . . .the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s hand.

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DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.

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Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back . . .

. . . . back home to loved ones seeking you,

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Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.

Oh . . .the hearts overflow with tears,

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Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet. . . nervous feet run. . .

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!

Give thanks for God’s loving care;

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Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew.

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”

Loss? Gain?

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Loss and Gain

WHEN I compare

What I have lost with what I have gained,

What I have missed with what attained,

Little room do I find for pride.

 

I am aware

How many days have been idly spent;

How like an arrow the good intent

Has fallen short or been turned aside.

 

But who shall dare

To measure loss and gain in this wise?

Defeat may be victory in disguise;

The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

 

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

Today was a day of thinking…thinking of how my life has shaken out.  Having been blessed with 70 years of life, I realize first of all how quickly they have passed.  My memories come and go at will, depending on the current of the days, sometimes bringing times of sadness and pain and other days of pleasure and simple joys.  In my younger days, I used to think everyone was happy… but me.  They were always smiling, laughing, seeming to have it made in life.  In all reality, life is full of ups and downs for everyone.

This poem by Longfellow shows us that he also had many wondering thoughts about life.  The last two lines offer hope for those who mourn, fret, and become besieged with depression and disappointment.  Victory may be disguised in defeat but as the tide flows, so joy comes in the morning.

Today is one more step further down the road towards HOME.  I’m looking forward to the great reunion in the clouds.  In the meantime there is work to do.  There are folks out there who need a helping hand, a smile, a hug or merely a kindly eye-to-eye look.  We need to spread the seeds of encouragement to the widowed, the hungry, the poor and the children growing up in a meaner world than when we grew up.

Making a joyful noise to the Lord is an excellent means to lift our spirits.  Sing praises to our loving God, for He is our heavenly father.  It is true, some days it rains all night long, but the sun is rising on the horizon.  Hope in the Lord!

©Jeanne E Webster

Sands of Time

 

 

© 1991 Jeanne E. Webster, May 7

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)

 

It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.

 

Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”

 

Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.

 

The dunes…the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s mighty hand.

 

DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.

 

Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back…

 

Back home to loved ones seeking you,

Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.

 

Oh…the hearts overflow with tears,

Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet…then nervous feet run…

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!

 

Give thanks for God’s loving care;

Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew:

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”