God calls on the dawn to wake the earth, but a shroud hovers as the sun tries to illuminate the land. Saddened spirits are in disrepair – only prayer and our Father can bless the wounded military. I meander up a lazy lane as the early rays break through the branches of the grim darkness. Headstones stand lined at attention for the many memories of men and women who gave proudly to their country. To think of the bloodshed where no one won! Their names inscribed on a slab of marble causes horrific pain. I humbly salute these honorable soldiers.
All placed in a methodical row, names and numbers proudly display their rank. But only sad flowers stand in their honor. I walk along, and tears come to my eyes. I found a friend from high school who was among the MIA. He died before he had a chance to live life. Tributes are all I can share for the broken parents who will never adore grandchildren on holidays.
I ask God to comfort us with Psalm 116:15: “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” Strolling over the rolling waves of solitude, a lonely elm commemorates the test of time. It shows strength and courage to survive the winters, and it rejoices in the spring and autumn with the chilling rain on its summer leaves; much like those buried beneath the shade of this old Elm tree.
The calling of a heavenly choir beacons its soldiers to come home again, leaving their chained tags hanging on those sad flowers. God has made a special place in heaven for the fallen innocent. A somber sun praises the brave as we walk together in the rays of the risen. God guards the tombs of the unknown. I appreciate the fallen, too, as sad flowers are all that’s left to commemorate their fate.
Happy Memorial Day and be blessed!