"Our Father, Hear Our Prayer"
 By Hillary Blank
American University
When distant rains awash my soul
And gunshots ring out 'cross the knoll
While someone counts the rising toll
Our Father, hear our prayer
While wading through the muddy waste
And soldiers move on in their haste
Their fresh blood leaves a bitter taste
Our Father, hear our prayer
Through orphaned children's lonely cries
And tears approach my bloodshot eyes
A patriot soldier somewhere dies
Our Father, hear our prayer
When I approach my enemy
I'll think of lady liberty
And all the world I've yet to see
Please Father, hear our prayer
Dedicated to the soldiers, for whom the High Holy Days mean much more than so
many of us will ever understand.
[Posted 9/29/05]
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