Memorial

Memorial


A candle yields its final spark
unable to hold back the dark.
Only a pale image remains
reflected in the onyx planes
that stand in darkness unafraid.

The names inscribed upon the wall,
pale echoes of duty’s last call,
wait patiently. They understand
that each gentle touch of hand
justifies the high price paid.

Comrades-in-arms and families;
each carry precious memories
that, for a moment, across years,
pay tribute. Eyes fill up with tears
of sadness and hearts fill with pride.

Countless times this scene’s played out
leaving those who’ve paid no doubt
that, though the cost of freedom’s dear,
their legacy of honor’s clear;
their valor cannot be denied.

A candle yields its final spark
unable to hold back the dark
yet faintly echoes can be heard
that softly recite oft spoke words:

Dear Lord we ask rest for these souls
and peace for those who mourn the lost.
Bless those who serve our country well
no matter what the final cost.

Notes:

An entry for July round of "HONORING OUR VETERANS " 

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