Dust and Rust Jason Vanderlaan
This dust looks like rust
On
the blade of a
sword
As I look down, ashamed By the layer of light brown Covering the leathery black
Of my Holy Bible, Wholly unused for
And
if
it
far
came down
You'd see
how
to a fight tonight
quickly
For a sword in
its
too long.
I'd fall
sheath
simply a sword.
Is
But a sword shimmering in the sun Is
the sign of a soul
Strengthened by the
So
as
And I
I
open
Spirit.
this Bible
unsheathe
this
sword
pray for the courage
To
rejoin this war.
photo by Rebecca Burishkin
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