Last Fall

By I.M. Ulysses

The hour has come
Upon me at last
My decision's been made
The die has been cast

Around me the world
Has started the day
By honouring God
With the seasons's display

A final goodbye
A last c'est la vie
From the land of my exile
To a heart now set free

For eight years and twenty
My time has rolled round
But after this season
No more will be found

A lady awaits
In the land of my birth
With a pledge on her hand
For a heart beyond worth

A vow made in love
On that April day
Has guided my path
And shown me the way

As waters return
To their first domain
So comes the moment
When I won't remain

The season of mourning
Has come to an end
A new life's beginning
To help this heart mend

Away to the sunrise
The Spirit demands
I'm sending you forth
By Eternal Command

Pack up your belongings
The Exodus starts
Like the ancient Israelites
You will soon depart

Across the great ocean
Of ripening fields
A west wind will take you
To the land of the Shield

As I ponder these words
The evening sun fades
Casting a shadow
On nature's cascade

From death unto life
I have these years passed
And now I am ready
For the die that's been cast

A last look around
Helps me recall
That after twenty-eight years
It is the last Fall.

For Mary. I'll be home soon, honey, I promise!

One Man Must Stand

By I.M. Ulysses

One man must stand
In the midst of the defeat
And hold fast the ground
While others retreat

One man must rise
And lift up the banner
That rallies the armies
In the midsts of their stammer

One man must hope
As the waters rise higher
His heart all ablaze
To achieve his desire

One man must conquer
And push back the foe
Who dares to advance
Against the weak and humble

One man must reach
Beyond his own grasp
For that is the measure
Of those hearts that last

One man must face
The darkness inside
And find in himself
The strength to survive

One man must strive
To live every moment
When the weak and the coward
Say that he shouldn't

One man must trust
In God up above
Whose power is found
In mercy and love

One man must finish
What he has begun
And rejoice in the triumph
Of the race that is won

One man must pray
With upraised hands
Thanking the Father
Who caused him to stand.