Joint Services Honor Guard

POW/MIA Inspired

No more will I search

No more will I dream

No more will I find a rare gem to hold

No more will I need such things.

Once a long time ago

Twice I thought of the fire in the stove

Thrice I found no one home

And for the fourth time I have found tracks in the snow.

The lone angel watches as I struggle

Not talking or showing me the way to the golden ring

Knowing, always knowing the pain of the search

Keeping deep inside the depression and despair that I juggle.

Seeing the faces – oh, the faces!

Feeling the anguish of rejection

Hearing the sound of the resentment

Always mindful of the far away places.

This is the last search of the soul

This will be the resting place of the warrior

I look upon the face of God

Knowing now that I have made the ultimate goal.

Remembered not for we were forgotten

The last of us now are out of the torture of the devil

The journey is finished and the race once lost, now won

We rest now on clouds of cotton.

 ©David R. Alexander
September 5, 2002

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