May God bless and guide their way. A Christmas in July Poetry Entry |
Memories of Home He stands his post on Christmas Eve. At times like this he must believe that what he’s doing will help peace; that someday all the wars will cease. There's an emptiness that makes him sad. He should be home; husband and Dad are parts of life that are worthwhile. Remembering, he finds a smile. A flicker! He stares with surprise at snowflakes falling from the skies. Each flake brings forth a memory of times he spent with family. There’s magic in the first snowfall. The memories that are recalled in places that seem dark and bleak - like snowflakes, each one is unique. For just a moment, his eyes tear but in his heart, his family’s near. He whispers a familiar prayer asking for God’s love and care. At home, another holiday explaining why Dad is away. “He’ll be home soon,” Mothers say “Perhaps, for good … perhaps, someday.” ”May they know, this day, the freedom their courage grants. May God bless and guide their way.” A Soldier's Prayer An entry for July round of "Christmas in July Poetry Contest" Prompt: Your poem must be about the first snowfall of the winter and it's Christmas Eve. Form: Quatrain Line Limit: 40 Line Count: 27 |