W H Littlejohn Poems

Best Poem of W H Littlejohn

A Prayer
Lord, if it be Thy will
That I enter the great shadowed valley that lies
Silent, just over the hill,
Grant they may say, 'There's a comrade that dies
Waving his hand to us still!'

Lord, if there come the end,
Let me find space and breath all the dearest I prize
Into Thy hands to commend:
Then . . .
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Holy Communion, Suvla Bay
Behold a table spread!
A battered corned-beef box, a length of twine,
An altar-rail of twigs and shreds of string.
…For the unseen, divine,
Uncomprehended Thing
A hallowed space amid the holy dead.

Behold a table spread!
And on a fair, white cloth the bread and wine,
The symbols of sublime c . . .
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