“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
Matthew 5:4
I feel like those soldiers
After the battle, safe at home
They miss the days gone by with their comrades
They have a hollow place that wonders why they were spared
They have a bitter sweet waiting to join them, as life plods on
There’s a Joy waiting just beyond this mourning
But for now I’ll wait at this table, across from all of these
And Bless God for the times I’ve shared
…today, I will muse, and miss and mourn.
And look to God, who holds my tomorrow, just around the bend
Running Down Vimy 