You gasp for air, dare quest to breathe, your final moment near. Mere words won't soothe a waning heart, man's grief so hard to bear.
Precious life slips through these hands, it stains the soil beneath. That helpless stare within those eyes, surrenders to defeat.
Hereafter pain, you'll know no more, a soul may not be bound. Least of all, a life is worth, it's stance on Holy Ground.
This broken heart will ne're forget, each faithful beat remains. Time and Place we'll make our stance, when we shall meet again.
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Sheila
This really brought tears to my eyes, so eloquently composed and so full of compassion. Excellent poetry Paul !
warm hugs
Elga
Sherry
Reindeer
Chanti
Tami
and sadness within this great tribute, Paul!
brilliant work!
Vesna :)
:)
Ty
Ch'erie
the 3rd stanza, all are splendid!Bravo!
Love Tinka
How glad we can be for God's promise to resurrect these
we love, to life on a far better earth than we know now.
An excellent piece of writing, Paul.
Dani x
This tribute to those that serve and to those that give up the ones they love . To war is excellent my friend... A moving piece....
Lady Peg
We can't let their lives be lost in vain, we have to pick up the weight and carry it through.
We are our Brother's keeper.
Beautiful write Paul. Thank You!
Lisa