Stones For Memories
Alone are they; but not, for they sleep with angels.
Their days are no more under the passing sun.
Their trials remembered not; their race finally run.
Stones for memories catch the stranger’s eye.
Tales, oh so many tales beneath this soil lie.
Fairness eclipsed only by the shortness of breath.
Life now neglects to remember those surrendered to death.
Alone are they…but not.
For they sleep in the arms of angels.
J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008
God Bless,
Lew
They DO sleep in the arms of angels. Your words make the feelings of the bereaved seem less lonely.
Thanks,
Jill
As the daughter/sister/niece/cousin of Veterans, and a Veteran, myself, thank you - powerful reminder of the ultimate sacrifice.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Peace,
Dan
wonderful~
ness
Fee
God Bless you. Wonderful pen
Tina
Thanks, ~D.