Draped in Christ-like Lamentation
Guns and Tears
Shore up A Nation
Rend the Heart
Don’t spare the Flesh
Expose Your Barren Wilderness
“Verily They Belong”
To Him They Shall Return
A Lifetimes Long if Not to Learn
Empty Spaces Drown All Cries
All are Blind Who Shield their Eyes
And Wear Their Grief as Thin Disguise
A Life for Life Repairs No One
Nor Clears the Slate of Damage Done
It only Takes the Heartbreak on and On and On and On and On.
Snapped the twig that fell from tree
with leaf it could not shake,
beneath a boot quite silently
the ancient wood did break.
Went a walk unknowing
from door to sheltered field,
The forest floor still growing
Not knowing how to yield.
Broke The Hearts that cradled Hope
which from each other tore,
their fragile future built bespoke
that they could beat no-more.
Back to Earth unseen, un-mourned
from womb to ashen grey,
the marble stone of days not dawned
to mark A Winters Day.
Autumn trudged in veiled greys
Through golden reds it lurched,
On pavements stained by wasted days
Toward the Poppied Church.
On through fields bereft of crop
Across the muddied plain,
Where steepled bells ne’er seem to stop
That ring each fallen name.
Of Summers Joy it cannot speak
Those memories filled with pain,
Where once young eyes did clearly seek
Great days that never came.
Yet, there is a song that rarely yields
Its harmony is hope,
It knows of only Greener fields
Beyond this earthly cloak.
So, in that quiet reverence
When you fear you stand alone,
Take strength in the forbearance
Of all who’ve gone you’ve known.