The Small White Cross

by | Nov 24, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

It’s quiet now, where once the Solders trod
Now he lies under a simple white cross.
Where are the words “Known Only To God”
It’s quiet now, the guns have ceased
He got what he wanted, eternal peace
It’s quiet now, save for the sound of birds
In this peaceful garden we hear no angry words.
It’s quiet now, and our Solider lies sleeping
Safe in God’s loving keeping.

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