AT REST
I hold you.
I hold the memory of you deep within my heart,
your spirit haunts my very soul.
I see you.
I see you in the face of my brothers who unselfishly
served with fate not known to them.
I feel you.
I feel your presence every time I march in a parade or
sing with flag unfurled.
I hear you.
I hear you in the silence of a winter's night or on the
crashing waves at a sunny beach.
I know you.
I know you, yet not your name,
You fought to keep me free, your days cut short in a
faraway place.
I weep for you.
I weep for you and for all those lost,
and families left behind with scattered remembrances.
I pray for you.
I pray for you with courage and compassion
that you'll soon be on familiar ground,
At home, AT REST.