I feel like those soldiers whom
After the battle, safe at home, miss their comrades of days gone by
They have a hollow place that wonders why they were spared
A bitter sweet waiting to join them, builds stronger, as life beyond their common path 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