Poem: The Drunken Soldier

THE DRUNKEN SOLDIER

The drunken soldier broke down
the wrong door

Inside was a circle of saints
lifted off the ground

To the sound of gunfire
a really supernal yellow light
shone round them

His jaw dropped
and his heart stopped

In the dark of the room
he saw his place

At the cost of so much blood
so little decency

The saints admitted him
to their convocation

The rest of the world went
dizzily into the background

The rest of the war popped in his
ears like distant fireworks

The young soldier
lifted off the ground

Suddenly his age didn’t prevent him
from becoming ancient

The hearts in that room
were made of bronze and
royal copper

In their burnished surfaces
the Face of God shone resplendently

The drunken soldier
broke down the wrong door

Inside was a family of saints
huddled together

In the death of decency
so much bloodshed

The circle of saints
admitted him to their company

The drunken soldier
broke down the wrong door

Inside they
broke bread

1/22/2008 (from The Fire Eater’s Lunchbreak / Tall Tales in Short Takes, in progress)

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8 Responses to Poem: The Drunken Soldier

  1. Deborah says:

    Your words never cease to inspire me and this poem in particular has touched me so very deeply.

    Upon reading it again and again, I feel a certain peace that is very calming to my soul and a loving energy that fills me with hope.

    I have family living in a place of war and friends serving as soldiers in that war. My brothers and sisters are all of mankind, and my hope is that the door we all enter will be the right door where we will find the face of God and in His loving energy we will also find peace.

    -Deborah
    aka indigo-daisy

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  2. Dear Deborah:
    Al-hamdulillah… all the prizes, accolades, recognitions can’t match a statement and reaction like yours. From the depths of the night in which I wrote this poem to you through a miraculous air, brings the greatest joy and satisfaction. May your and all involved people in all situations be safe and blessed in this war and all innermost wars.

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  4. GreenSufi says:

    beautiful poem. God bless.

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  5. darvish says:

    What love there is in your pen, dear Brother! What beauty and deep insight. I love this poem, and have been in my life like the drunken soldier. By the grace of God, Alhamdulillah, I too was led to the circle of the Friends. I am in tears..

    Ya Haqq!

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  6. Patrick says:

    Brother, havent we all been the drunken soldier?may we all find that circle of saints, and break bread. good great stuff…

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  7. The Drunken Soldier says:

    Drops flowing down
    Scattering pearls

    A heart inside
    Infinite supernova’s whirl

    E=MC square
    Quantum mechanics

    A yellow bright
    Surrounded the static’s

    The Angels swim,
    Two iota’s on wings

    The embryo
    The Signs it sings

    The stepping back
    The stepping forward

    The Opening
    The Glorification
    The forehead is lowered

    Walking to the station
    Of Endless Praise

    A Greeting surrendered
    A Greeting exchanged

    The yellow shine
    was happy as a Child

    Lo, witnessing

    The Altogether Lovely
    Light

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  8. An amazing response, as if my poem were turned inside-out and seen from a kind of radiant subatomic perspective…

    Blessings…

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