Veteran's Day
Veteran's Day
Tattered uniforms washed with borax and sunrays
still house the bulging proud chests of older youth
Who uncompromisingly gave away their modeled freedom
For un-apathetic ideals buried deep within the gabardine
Many found unknown treasures beneath their teenage joints
Some gave all and the deep rest welcomed them sweetly
With calloused arms that slowly softly laid them to honor
Many tears made a stream to heaven’s well and soul Lover
From a mystic distance He too opened His compassionate arms
As a divided earth tautly offered up her commended spirits
There are virgin rooms in His pure inn for principled patriots
They prepaid in advance with pierced pounds of flesh and blood
“Home, home; welcome to your true home” my master said.
“Don’t rob my heart of untested epiphanies,” my Lover cried
The silence of war has spoken loudly through rising spirits
Taps throws her nocturnal blanket over the faithful servants
Those beneath our soles know only peace and freedom
Never alone in birth, battle, bruises and brokenness
A family of integritites woven together in un-brokenness
Far above the man made divisions of cloaked legalites
Cold humanity sitting on the cuff of a slow moving rotator
Copyright © Thomas Azar | Year Posted 2014
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