Crosses With No Names
Hundreds of stone white crosses dot the landscape of potter’s field.
Their names are known only to God; their lives to never be revealed.
I took flowers down to my Leah this bright and sunny Christmas day.
I thought about the love that we had and openly shared and softly prayed.
Yet yesterday in the cold misty pink; gray, I visited potter’s field and those with no names.
Who were they I wondered and why were their lives in their last moments spent alone.
Why was there no one to claim them; did they have no love or home?
Should we learn from the stone white crosses that carry no name?
For to give to another our love is free; and to but offer a kind word is to gain.
So yesterday I prayed; God bless those who lie here beneath the Carolina red clay.
Also it is my prayer that we all learn to from our heart give love freely away.
So many…oh so many there are who have not the warmth of another heart.
It is like unto those who now reside beneath the stone white crosses that carry no name.
J. Allen Wilson © 12/25/2008
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Michelle~
(((HUGS))), love, continued prayers, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Merry CHRISTmas; you're still in my prayers!
For those who were not around,
When you were there,
I'm sure they appreciated your visit,
While you were out making your rounds...Ed & Rufuz