Charles J. Ingerson

DISTANT TRUMPETS
(For So Many)

Hallowed sounding
echoes of so much
love resounding
the Master’s touch.

To have given beyond
what some duty call
an ocean, lake or pond
to have given ones all.

May the distant trumpets
with their love so pure
allows us these moments
to stand proud and sure.

Then as the echoes fade
and the flag now extending
allows for the sacrifice made
reminds of a love unending.

With the rising sun of morn
and the turning of the page
there is a spirit felt warm
which allows us life to engage.

Forever was promised all
not just yesterday or today
with obedience to the call
and for you this we pray.