Sonnet 329

I used to pray the world forswear all wars
And for each man to love his fellow man,
That fearsome swords be hammered to plough shares
And warrior oaths engage pastoral plans;
That those now held unjustly be set free,
That pestilence not stalk the earth again,
Cruel hunger be reduced to memory
While every storehouse bulge surfeit with grain;
These pleas of others I did serve to heaven,
Imploring words directed by a spire
While falling tears perhaps more truth did leaven,
My heart and soul still did to hope aspire.
Beseeching ashes, nothing left to say
As god stands witness, yes I used to pray.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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