Almost Home!

Almost Home

I John 3:2

Long and hot shines the sun, draining my strength away.

All toil no rest, can even one suggest, as this seems our constant pay,

That as each one acts, has not been a fact upon any given day.

But in this lies hope, I’m almost home come that month of May.

A heavy weight upon these shoulders with bricks held in these arms.

A mad exhaustion fills my chest, causing thoughts of despair as norm.

These pains never ceasing as only feel increasing amidst a constant storm.

But in this lies hope, I’m almost home, as I envision that golden shore.

Forever pounding upon these knees as duty calls every hour.

The pressure endured marching to meet the order creates strains matched only by Satan’s power.

With each mile before each step cannot ignore repetitive thrusts felt like a shower.

But in this lies hope, I’m almost home, seeing that field of flowers.

Anxious is the mind as it watches non-stop for the enemy’s attack.

A ready poise, tension ever-present, never knowing what’s at one’s back.

A thought pervades causing one to give up, let loose, turn around, look back.

But in this lies hope, I’m almost home, as I finish my race upon this track.

This too shall come to pass as that imminent day shall surely be,

When all work of sweat and blood comes to a halt with a new goal to be seen.

That finish line! What a site t’will be, as a special prize waits just for me.

I can see my hope, I’m almost home, as I seek my passage to lead me safely.

I’ve finally stepped ashore and see that I’m not alone in fear.

Greeted with fresh, loving faces of which I hold in my heart so dear.

One in particular holds my gaze now standing before me here.

This is my hope, I’m home!

To our soldiers in harm’s way.

Stay focused, stay strong, stay determined,

Marcus Twisdale