Monday, May 28, 2012

We Remember


Prayer of a Soldier

My shoulders ache beneath my pack
(Lie easier, Cross, Upon His back).
I march with feet that burn and smart
(Tread, Holy Feet, upon my heart).
Men shout at me who may not speak
(They scourged Thy back and smote Thy cheek).
I may not lift a hand to clear
My eyes of salty drops that sear.
(Then shall my fickle soul forget
Thy Agony of Bloody Sweat?)
My rifle hand is still and numb
(From Thy pierced palm red rivers come).
Lord, Thou did suffer more for me
Than all the hosts of land and sea.
So let me render back again
This millionth of Thy gift. Amen.
—Joyce Kilmer
 
Photo taken 5/28/12

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