by Pavel Chichikov
What sort of army is it I should join?
I am too old
No, she said and smiled, you are too juvenile
Is it the war of life, or afterlife
And who is she?
The girl is Joseph's wife, bride of the mystery
What is the uniform, could it be camouflage?
It is what you wear
With us – have it if you dare
Take these many tests, come up to the mark –
How may I take them?
You take them in the dark
What is the recruiting fee – what will you pay?
Nothing you can see,
Lessening each day
Why are you smiling, why so comfortable
With my demur?
I remain unsure
Well then, you may choose
It is your choice to fight or stand aside
You may join, or you may hide
You may join in battle, you may hide
You may come with us and with my Son –
Fight by His side
Battle side by side – He never asks but He
Does what He has asked for –
That is the glory of the Three
Sharing battle is the glory
Father Son and Ghost
And you may join their host
(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may also visit Pavel's website at Grey Owl Press.)
