I look at my life before the war,
chockablock with prayer requests, holy tomes
and communion with a higher power.
Then alightment on the field of battle
clad from helmet to combat boots
in digital camo and body armor.
From insurgent alleyways
through booby-trapped homes,
we skirted IEDs and spider holes.
Fortified behind Jersey barricades,
we waited for grenades to come.
I remember the barrage of artillery,
and bodies shrouded in white phosphorous haze.
Now I carry only shell-shocked faith
and an intractable belief
that God’s promise is subject to the evidence.
Lara Dolphin is a freelance writer. Her work has appeared in many print and online publications, including Pulse Literary Journal, River Poets Journal, The Foliate Oak Literary Journal and Calliope.