These Three Remain

________________

If I speak,

Would you listen?

Would ears

Lie prostrate

In worship

On the highways

Of my tongue?

This town is

Hearty,

But peaceful

Compared to the scattered

War zones,

The tiny hospitals

And shacks

Tucked away in the

Dusty brown

Hills

Of tomorrow.

Yet,

Blood.

My boots kiss

The invisible residue

Down

Monument Avenue.

There is history

Here.

The same struggle.

The same

War

That never

Ends.

That never

Will.

Not in this

Life.

Peace,

Prosperity,

Power. *

These three remain.

But the greatest

Of these

Is

None.

__________________________

*Regards to author Ted Dekker for the three P’s.

--040910--