In Memoriam

Seashells, scattered like seed by the tireless hand of the deep
Upon the good soil of childhood memories
And into the long hope of golden years.

Brass casings, fallen to rest upon the well-tended lawns,
Quiet stones and hallowed ground of our homes
of perpetual care and restless vigilance.

Treasures yielded to the tides and currents of fate, fortune
or the searching hands of all who find and keep…

Faith
Covenant
Living Dreams
Home Fires Burning

…for those who fought and with all who survive.

In such shells I hear the pounding of the surf,
The roar of blood in my ears,
And the silent echo of
A house divided,
A heart torn

From hearth and from home

Where childlike faith
And sacrificial love walk
Side-by-side as a Lion and a Lamb.