The Best American Spiritual Writing
“For the War Dead” by Sarah Ruden
Rapidly, darkly, all around,
The groves and fields are falling down.
We see it from the yard today:
The land, that’s endless, ebbs away.
We did not dream this could be done.
Relentlessly we loved our son.
Take him along — we look to You.
What can be finished that You do?
It lies on stone — this woods, this hill.
It is as lasting as Your will.
But neither can this be undone:
The sear, our passion for our son.