A stillness of silence
a precursor—
summoning violence.
A young child’s cry
bombs blasting–
everyone waiting to die, not asking
the question why?
A solitary soldier presses on, marches on
so much pain – he lingers
As people watch, hands outstretched – a silent
shout for joy — open fingers
And he keeps marching on, until his path comes
to an end and with gentle grace
He crouches, he bends
The child is held in the comfort of his arms–
for a moment in time
feeling safe, feeling warm
For out of such destruction, such pain
A kernel of hope can reign again
lifting the mantle of despair –a falling of new rain.
i thought this poem was very strong and very vivid..
i really love the line
“As people watch, hands outhstretched – a silent shout for joy — open fingers”
very well written and filled with emotions
Amazing.