Higher Aim - Sonnet 17

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The greatest rank of soldier is the one

Who, in their quest of war, desires peace

Of life and mind, removed from bloody siege

And terrors of the battles they have won;

And to your wondering: all instruments

Of bloodlust have the capability,

In fact, to be ingrained and still the sea

Of swirls and curves from foreknown incidents.

And such tranquility is wont to blow

In transmutation through the carnal mind

To calm, benevolent detachment: find

The Master Potter, and His jars will show

The weary wanderer the easy yolk,

Their spears be beat to scythes in light of hope.

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