After the Battle

After the battle has broken,
The strong men are down.
All that's left are the pieces
Strewn on the ground.

So many years of hatred,
Decades of war.
All that's left are the pieces
Floating back to the shore.

The fighting has ended,
The smoke lifting to see.
All that's left is the rubble,
Nothing tidy and neat.

Here we stand in the ashes,
Those left from the fray.
It's our job to rebuild
Without any delay.

We stand not alone,
Though battered and flawed.
For after the battle,
God is still God.

© Daniel Lorimer
October 2, 2009