S. Kenneth Baril

THE DAY WHEN GOD CRIED

Today, I walked the beach at Normandy,
Remembering when I landed with the tide.
I can still see the mangled bodies,
On that day in June when God cried.

The ocean’s water had turned all red,
From the blood of those who died,
The waves kept rolling more bodies in,
On that day in June when God cried.

Most Higgins boats were still afloat,
Some were lying on their side;
Helmets were floating on the waves
On that day in June when God cried.

I was surrounded by all types of debris,
Life jackets from those who had tried
To keep afloat from all the weight, but to no avail,
On that day in June when God cried.

My walk along that beach has ended now;
I’m facing white markers of the heroes who died.
The flags are softly waving in the breeze to honor them,
On that day in June when God cried.