Saints We Love

Friday, May 6, 2011

The Bravest Battle by Joaquin Miller

    My Mother

      The bravest battle that ever was fought
      Shall I tell you where and when
      On the maps of the world you will find it not
      ‘Twas fought by the mothers of men
      Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot
      With a sword or noble pen
      Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
      From mouth of wonderful men
      But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart
      Of a woman that would not yield
      But bravely, silently bore her part
      Lo, there is the battlefield
      No marshalling troops, no bivouac song
      No banner to gleam and wave
      But oh! those battles, they last so long
      From babyhood to the grave
      Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars
      She fights in her walled-up town
      Fights on and on in her endless wars
      Then silent, unseen, goes down
      Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot
      And soldiers to shout and praise
      I tell you the kingliest victories fought
      Were fought in those silent ways
      O spotless woman in a world of shame
      With splendid and silent scorn
      Go back to God as white as you came
      The Kingliest warrior born
    - Joaquin Miller (1839-1913)


Terry Fenwick said...

This is a great poem and copy it for future needs - it is beautiful.

Gabriella said...

Tears<3 xo

Terry Fenwick said...

That was just for you today - I had seen this is the birthday of someone we need to thank for having had you!!!