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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)

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.