03-10-2018, 05:23 AM
Miss Propagandist
In Memory of Mrs. Stanley,
Stateswoman to the Cross, who said:
"Girls, never forget who you are."
I was in charge of morale,
the one to make the bright posters
for every entry wall.
The challenge wasn't just in sketching women
suited to battle,
those comfitted in shiny chest plates
or the crested bucklers they held,
it wasn't the difficulty of hands
grasping powerful swords,
those images, a cinch.
It was the marriage
of my own hand and heart I sought,
asking God's Spirit, longing
through worn erasers and coloured pens
expressions of bravery
determination on the faces
of what I knew to be worn troops led,
hearts burdened by lost or spineless men.
These placards were to be viewed by the multitudes
as balms of valor, spirit of fortitude, a resolve
for those falling to the irony of doves
and the filthiness of ivory.
Sisters and comrades graced
in moments of confidence
to carry on through wars of death
created by an evil that seeks only our destruction.
Propagandists are born everyday to take our place,
there's no stopping us, really,
poets and artists will forever proclaim
their membership in God's kingdom:
the Everlasting Kingdom
a kingdom that offers free sword
buckler, armor, to all who ask.
Most importantly, eternal life
to whosoever.
Perhaps one day, unknown to you,
your own expression will be captured,
drawn by a sister you never met
pushing others along, through such
The Battle Raging, as this.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Original
I was in charge of morale,
the one to make the bright posters
for every entry wall.
The challenge wasn't just in sketching women
suited to battle,
those comfitted in shiny chest plates
or the crested bucklers they held,
it wasn't the difficulty of hands
grasping powerful swords,
those images, a cinch.
It was the marriage
of my own hand and heart I sought,
asking The Spirit, longing
through worn erasers and coloured pens
expressions of bravery
determination on the faces
of what I knew to be worn troops led,
hearts burdened by lost or spineless men.
These placards were to be viewed by the multitudes
as balms of valor, spirit of fortitude, a resolve
for those falling to the irony of doves
and the filthiness of ivory.
Sisters and comrades graced
in moments of confidence
to carry on through wars of death
created by an evil that seeks only our destruction.
Propagandists are Borne everyday to take our place,
there's no stopping us, really,
poets and artists will forever proclaim
their membership in God's Kingdom:
the Everlasting Kingdom
a Kingdom that offers free Sword
buckler, armor, to all who ask.
Most importantly, Eternal Life
to whosover.
Perhaps one day, unknown to you,
your own expression will be captured,
drawn by a sister you never met
pushing others along, through such a
Raging Battle, as this.
* * * * * * *
In memorial to Mrs. Stanley
Stateswoman to the Cross
who always said,
"Girls, never forget who you are..."
"For God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him,
should not perish, but have everlasting life."
John 3:16
In Memory of Mrs. Stanley,
Stateswoman to the Cross, who said:
"Girls, never forget who you are."
I was in charge of morale,
the one to make the bright posters
for every entry wall.
The challenge wasn't just in sketching women
suited to battle,
those comfitted in shiny chest plates
or the crested bucklers they held,
it wasn't the difficulty of hands
grasping powerful swords,
those images, a cinch.
It was the marriage
of my own hand and heart I sought,
asking God's Spirit, longing
through worn erasers and coloured pens
expressions of bravery
determination on the faces
of what I knew to be worn troops led,
hearts burdened by lost or spineless men.
These placards were to be viewed by the multitudes
as balms of valor, spirit of fortitude, a resolve
for those falling to the irony of doves
and the filthiness of ivory.
Sisters and comrades graced
in moments of confidence
to carry on through wars of death
created by an evil that seeks only our destruction.
Propagandists are born everyday to take our place,
there's no stopping us, really,
poets and artists will forever proclaim
their membership in God's kingdom:
the Everlasting Kingdom
a kingdom that offers free sword
buckler, armor, to all who ask.
Most importantly, eternal life
to whosoever.
Perhaps one day, unknown to you,
your own expression will be captured,
drawn by a sister you never met
pushing others along, through such
The Battle Raging, as this.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave his only begotten son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Original
I was in charge of morale,
the one to make the bright posters
for every entry wall.
The challenge wasn't just in sketching women
suited to battle,
those comfitted in shiny chest plates
or the crested bucklers they held,
it wasn't the difficulty of hands
grasping powerful swords,
those images, a cinch.
It was the marriage
of my own hand and heart I sought,
asking The Spirit, longing
through worn erasers and coloured pens
expressions of bravery
determination on the faces
of what I knew to be worn troops led,
hearts burdened by lost or spineless men.
These placards were to be viewed by the multitudes
as balms of valor, spirit of fortitude, a resolve
for those falling to the irony of doves
and the filthiness of ivory.
Sisters and comrades graced
in moments of confidence
to carry on through wars of death
created by an evil that seeks only our destruction.
Propagandists are Borne everyday to take our place,
there's no stopping us, really,
poets and artists will forever proclaim
their membership in God's Kingdom:
the Everlasting Kingdom
a Kingdom that offers free Sword
buckler, armor, to all who ask.
Most importantly, Eternal Life
to whosover.
Perhaps one day, unknown to you,
your own expression will be captured,
drawn by a sister you never met
pushing others along, through such a
Raging Battle, as this.
* * * * * * *
In memorial to Mrs. Stanley
Stateswoman to the Cross
who always said,
"Girls, never forget who you are..."
"For God so loved the world,
that He gave His only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him,
should not perish, but have everlasting life."
John 3:16
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