Calculation

Love is war of flesh and might, sweat and tears.
        Sometimes fight,
        Sometimes flight.


                 I’ve battled weary like a soldier, armed with
                                   weapons of all kinds.
                                             Now a veteran, I lay wounded
but undefeated.


War whoops,
                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
                                                                    his breast
for glory.


The body is a frame,
The picture, Spirit
and I will be sustained.






submitting at Jingle Poetry