A Mystic As Soldier

I lived my days apart,
Dreaming fair songs for God;
By the glory in my heart
Covered and crowned and shod.

Now God is in the strife,
And I must seek Him there,
Where death outnumbers life,
And fury smites the air.

I walk the secret way
With anger in my brain.
O music through my clay,
When will you sound again?

by Siegfried Sassoon

Comments (3)

for we who've fought for it, life has a meaning, the protected never know.
Exquisite, deeply profound and very human.
love the music through my clay bit. lovely.