Saturday, August 29, 2009

The Sound Of Crickets On A Hot Summer Night

In Arlington National Cemetery the night they buried Senator Edward M Kennedy there were
crickets chirping and the low murmur of voices waiting at the gravesite.
I, an unbeliever, was moved to tears by the prayers and answered aloud
Hear our prayer
Hear our prayer

It grew dark and lightening off in the distance over the hill where
A lone soldier stood gun held in white gloved hands waiting for the
Final Salute flashed off and on as a gentle wind blew the
Eternal flame in the growing darkness
And then it was over

2 comments:

Sherry said...

we've lost a good man but his family lost their blood.

it was sad indeed.

themom said...

That is beautiful. I couldn't tear myself away from one single minute - from memorial, to wake, to cemetary. I think we have lost the best soldier for healthcare reform we ever had!