The autumn wind turned tragic; bravery’s finest were lost
This day, God welcomed angels and we wept for the cost
The Fort Hood skies grew cloudy; our teardrops fell like rain
Such utter devastation; our nation grieves in pain
Civilians on the home front; heroes due overseas
Their loss so very pointless; we now fall to our knees
Our nation mourns their memories and for those left behind
No words can speak the sadness now left among mankind
I pray these newfound angels will find a special place
A home so rich and vibrant, built in God’s awesome grace
A temple made with honor, where fortitude resides
Where these Fort Hood-based heroes can rest e’ermore in pride
For those of us still earthbound, left here to question why
I pray that God will guide us while these tough days are nigh
No wisdom comes from senseless, no peace comes from farewell
But, with His lasting guidance, we’ll make it through this hell
The autumn wind blows colder, our hearts are once more broken
We mourn the Fort Hood fallen, with vast sorrow unspoken
Our nation kneels in tribute with hearts no longer whole
Our memories of these angels shall e’er be in our souls
A somber day of grieving has touched the Lone Star earth
As we honor these angels who brought our country worth
Their legacies so gallant; lost heroes tried and true
God bless their lives and loved ones ‘cross the red, white, and blue.
In memory of the Fort Hood tragedy of November 5, 2009
© 2009 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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