“What use Christian principles in war-torn trenches?” raged Ghost of Wilfred Owen.
“Faith stilled my fears. Hope hinted, whispered in prayerful poetry”, breathed Hodgson’s Ghost.
“My anguished creativity! The irony, a pugilist pacifist snuffed on Armistice Day!”
“He helped me to die.”
“But the battlefields chased Him from me.”
© Helen McIntosh
All rights reserved
“Faith stilled my fears. Hope hinted, whispered in prayerful poetry”, breathed Hodgson’s Ghost.
“My anguished creativity! The irony, a pugilist pacifist snuffed on Armistice Day!”
“He helped me to die.”
“But the battlefields chased Him from me.”
© Helen McIntosh
All rights reserved
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