Robert Fulton Laird

Silent Sword

It is worth my toil if
just one be saved my Lord
from knowing but a second of
that emotionally silent sword.

Unseen, it slices hearts in half
without even a touch
like a bad dream that
one wakes too late from
but, ten times as much.

I laugh not Lord
for I have seen the darkness it does do
with pain that lasts so long
it places many far from you.

I shall not take for granted
our time Lord, which I have found
I write this poem in thanks
there’s not, for me, that sword around.

For it had sliced right through me
many times yet, still I stood
wanting but, your will throughout
proved safe, I knew it would.

I’ve seen some start a day
you being the last thing on their mind
busy with predicting and progressing
yet, so blind.

I daily, dwell upon you
every single chance, and feel
relieved and glad I celebrate
you even being real.

There’s more to life than
living, dying, healing, being hurt
there’s respect for you
staying spiritually alert.

I hope the rest are ready
because they’ll never hear a sound
when slow yet, sharp, swift and real
that quiet sword comes around.