Suddenly angry,
his voice sounding tight,
yellow flashes scarred the night,
his aggravation was coming through,
and no one else knew what to do.
Then there came a new attack,
torpedoes, bombs, gun-fire, and littered bodies
put soldiers on their backs.
The General looked toward the crowded skies,
and the proof of God was in his eyes,
no longer angry, and there was no sign of weakness,
he heard God’s call,
his weapons dropped, he was not competitive,
and his enemies soon would fall.
In that moment, God reached out,
his men confused, but did not shout,
they laid their weapons by their feet,
no fighting, yet there was a defeat,
and without a sound they took God’s hand,
calm, collective, and God’s whisper became a command.