"Emerging Writers, Serious Writers"

since 2009

Poetry, Prose & More. Join Us!

To Serve

Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive
 

My reality is flexible.

What seems foreign and odd one day becomes normal the next.

The unthinkable of yesterday becomes today’s way of life.

No longer is anything shocking.  No longer is anything appalling.  No longer is anything gut wrenching.

Such is the meaning of service.

The protester on the streets speaks of degradation and oppression.  He speaks of how he loves his nation and abhors what it has become.  All the while, he is setting ablaze the flag he claims to love. 

It is he whom I serve.

The politician works to make an impact on society.  Whether driven by ambition or idealism, his power and influence grow.  He may have never seen hardship.  He may have never seen true oppression.  Nevertheless, he makes decisions that affect the entire nation. 

It is he whom I serve.

The single mother struggles and strives to provide a future for her children.  Putting all personal wants aside, she only cares for the future of her young.

She only cares that despite her financial position, her children will grow up to know happiness, security and love.

It is she whom I serve.

My family gives me purpose and the strength to push forward.  I pray my children will never need to see war with their own eyes.  I pray they never need to become calloused to death and violence.  I pray their home is always safe.  I pray that wolves are always kept at a distance.  I pray they grow to enjoy the same freedoms I have.

It is they whom I serve.

God above gave me life that I may do his will.  It is He who ordained me a soldier and prepared me for battle.  It is He who gives me countless blessings, even when I am unworthy.  It is He who gives me purpose and direction.

It is He whom I serve.

How is service rewarded?  How should service be rewarded?  Gratitude should come without reward, lest the motive for service become impure.

The servant only wishes that the flag of a grateful nation be draped over his remains when he passes.  There is no greater honor for a fallen servant.

It is for this I serve.

Comments (4)

This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

I'm actually in process of enlisting right now, so both your pieces are very relevant; much to think over;
PS i find both the poems rather tragic

anonymous contributors
This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

Sent you a PM Alex. It's not an easy time to enlist, but looking back I'd still say I'm glad I did. It made me a better person, despite the hardship and separation.

crazymoses
This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

Sad to see boys becoming men through war, tragedy with a purpose I suppose.

wickedwahine_69
This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

I think the only tragedy in this piece or the one about your wife is the lack of respect, consideration, and honor given to those who serve and their families who make the sacrifices with them, both from mainstream pop culture and the forces...

I think the only tragedy in this piece or the one about your wife is the lack of respect, consideration, and honor given to those who serve and their families who make the sacrifices with them, both from mainstream pop culture and the forces governing at the top. Beautiful poems, both of them. Please continue writing. I wish I could join the ranks of those who live this life. The easy road is seldom the best one. -Soulja4Alethia

Read More
Soulja4Alethia
There are no comments posted here yet

Leave your comments

  1. Posting comment as a guest.
Attachments (0 / 3)
Share Your Location