"The Old Veteran" Thursday
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
While traveling lifes long, narrow way,
Hes traveled to exotic places,
Wore many hats and many faces,
This man who now is in his gray,
Is biding time for that new day,
When he will leave all earthly spaces,
Break the bonds; leave only traces.
A dream, a vision, and a goal,
That all who know him by his name,
Can see his world, the very same,
As he, on lifes stage, played each role,
The words he spoke and some not told,
The wars, the sights, the sounds the screams,
The nights of sweats, the horror dreams,
The thought of drawing one last breath,
The real world so far, it seems,
They do not hear the dying screams.
The thought of drawing one last breath;
The fear that grips a heart near death.
His comrades, many, have gone on,
To face a new day, glorious dawn,
But they are fading very fast,
So many years have come and gone,
Time stands, not still, but marches on,
Yes they are fading very fast,
And soon will be part of the past,
Each time a vet is laid to rest,
Each time his deeds are then addressed,
Another soldier, hero, dies,
To know them we are truly blessed,
To lose them we have lost the best.
Our ranks are thinning, someone cries,
Another soldier, hero, dies.
Another flag on casket rest,
A hero home with all the rest,
As I was walking yesterday,
Is much like those, whove come and gone,
And those who still can march along,
Yet others down, in beds they lay,
Look forward to that bright new day.
Though tired, weary, weak or strong,
Each heart sings out a victory song.
For they have brought us, oh so far,
Who filled the roles on stages past?
Who were the stars of their days cast?
Lift them up, wherever they are,
Let them shine like Heavens star,
Their ranks are thinning, fading fast,
Soon they, will be, part of the past.
their yellow strands all tucked neatly into the center. And truly they
are the most beautiful of all flowers when presented clutched in a
child's dirty little hand. No one gets yelled at for picking them.
Perhaps they grow only to be used and enjoyed by children.
Dandelions are ignored or attacked, never nurtured or cared for, and
yet they always bloom profusely. They demand no pampering or special
attention to yield their bright blossoms; they pop up in fields, in
lawns, and between cracks in the sidewalk, even in the best
neighborhoods. Can you imagine trying to grow them in a garden? They'd
sneak through the boundaries and pop their sunny yellow faces up in the
surrounding lawn. They would never stay put!
Christians should be more like dandelions. Our sunny yellow faces
should be a reminder that simple faith has deep roots that are impossible to
dislodge. Our vast number would show the world that even though we are
not fancy or pampered we are evident every where, even in the best
neighborhoods.
We should be as easily accessible as a dandelion. Jesus is. We need to
get out of our gardens and jump across the boundaries that keep us
where people expect to find us. We need to show our sunny yellow faces in all
the spots that need a little brightening up the crack in the sidewalk
or the lawn of a country club.
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