From Iraq to Heaven
by lynn gipson

He wakes up in an alley,
Behind a restaurant.
His body is ravaged,
His face it is gaunt.

He searches a can,
For something to eat,
His mind is boggled.
His strength getting weak.

Recollections and flashbacks
Of a merciless war.
Death and destruction,
His proud purple heart.

Bombs in the air.
Explode in his head.
Bodies fly skywards,
His friends lying dead.

He feels for his arm,
It's no longer there.
They sent him home,
From Iraq to nowhere.

Blank faces still haunt him.
Children that died.
Innocents blown away,
Along the road side.

He prays for forgiveness,
Though none can be felt,
He walks through his world,
Condemning himself.

Friends try to help him,
Help will not come.
His grieves for his comrades.
He lived, but not some.

His mind won't release him.
He takes to the streets,
Wandering anywhere,
Searching for peace.

The soldier in him
Has learned to survive,
Conditions untold,
To keep him alive.

His soul it is numb
To another day.
His body gets sicker.
He continues to pray.

Then Jesus appears,
In this morning's light.
Surrounding his being,
Into the next night.

He cries out "Dear Jesus!"
Relief finally comes.
After years of dying,
His Lord takes him home.

I am a 61 year cancer survivor just recently become a writer. I write short stories, articles and poems of Christian or Spritual nature.

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