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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Just-Cause War
[time] => 2003-03-30 23:25:00
[hometext] => Support the battling heroes
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Plough shares are blessed, but of so little worth If hope is nil for fruit and harvest’s yield, And barren wasteland is the dreary earth, Until from swamp or dross is cleaned the field. The wounding steel may have to expurgate As tool of God in soldier’s hands wherewith His love must cleanse first to invigorate The clots so the earth again may breathe. Plough as you will, but you will not succeed, And useless plough shares, pruning hooks and seed, Unless the Father first prepares the field And makes it ready to be ploughed and tilled. Apologize not for the bruising steel That makes the land conditioned and prepared Be patient, rather trusting, wait until The land is ready and its ills repaired. . Of war - its true - Jesus did never speak But left the issue to the Father (see John 9:11) And though he praised the humble and the meek The soldiers too held in His heart a shrine “Behold Thou shall not just stand idly by At your own people’s wanton slaughtering, But Thou shall murderous foes and fiends defy!!,”- Thus spoke the Father and His edicts ring! The great Aquinas likewise did proclaim,- Provided that a war be fair and just- The soldier - by inflicting wound and pain Is but the tool of God,- and wound he must!. Obedient to Providence on high, Though he be forced to go in for the kill He exercises charity thereby And does the will of God thereby fulfill. And furthermore the great St. Thomas says About the issue,- that our young ignore; Totalitarian regimes have monstrous ways That would enslave our land and beauteous shore Lo! serfdom might be sweet when juxtaposed To so much evil lurking round the bend, Dark, unforeseeable the cost In human lives if soldiers don’t defend. Sweet freedom will be gone - and poetry, And the expression of keen minds and souls, And Peace will be far worse than slavery. Beneath the lash of grim Al Qaeda ghouls Bless soldiers, - they are heaven’s instrument, Though they may exercise arms’ force and kill, But likewise by divine command defend, Their own and their vocation thus fulfill. Let mothers comfort then their sons that write,- Tell them they are the instruments of Love; That voice the wrath of God, while they defend Their people with the blessing from above. Pray for the soldiers,- pray for him or her, While on their mission of God’s charity And wrath,- to patiently their yoke to bear And hardships, - fighting for the brave and free. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 28 [informant] => Elizabeth_Dandy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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