Be still, and listen to the rise;
The sound of all the martyr's cries
rising up from the blood stained ground
into which their lives are cast,
the seed that falls and dies.
It's the price that must be paid;
a foundation that must be laid
for all who walk the road of hope
the path of healing, of love, of faith;
to the everlasting life they bade.
And though their blood be trampled under foot
by the many who disdain, dishonor, up-root,
all for their own vainglory and selfish right
to gather many for their feasts and lusts;
but never the martyr's blood be moot.
©2012 Richard Lewis Jones