Love is war of flesh and might, sweat and tears.
I’ve battled weary like a soldier, armed with
weapons of all kinds.
Now a veteran, I lay wounded
silenced, I hear a new cry, a new call
to drop my arms.
Throbbing from pain caused fervor, I will endure.
Mental calculation trumped as the inner man beats
The body is a frame,
The picture, Spirit
and I will be sustained.
submitting at Jingle Poetry