Still You, We Remember; Still You Are Loved by all Whom You Knew
Today began as every other day before it has, and as every other day hereafter likely will, but it is nonetheless different in its own regard. Today is the day you would have turned 24 years old, and we remember.
I am a social-reconstructivist and I venomously attack things that I perceive as corrupt or despicable. My words and actions evoke counterfire; in nearly all contexts, this dialogue is very much welcome albeit is often uncivil. On this day however, with respect to my friend and those who fell beside him, I am cordially inviting us all to lay our swords aside, just for a period of time, and render proper customs to those who sacrificed their lives in service to their homeland.
Dedicated to my friend, the fifteen other Marines of 3/25 that died August 3rd of last year, and all those others who have been killed in violent conflict, fighting for what they believe. The world remembers, and offers you its gratitude. I have written the following and dedicate to your memory,
Listlessly stares my eyes into infinity,
Locks with those of the setting sun.
For your eyes’ returning glance they hunt and languish in despair
They see nothing amid the glowing transient abyss before them.
Tumbles my tears on mournful descent parade;
My eyes allow them their escape, my cheeks the trails they gracefully pass over.
Cold and motionless, my face, but for those tears, a busy mind behind them
Thinking and remembering, reconstructing you, and in silent prayer:
To think you died, good friend of old;
Your blood spilled in the sand.
Your sacrifice, though brave and bold,
Defended not this land.
Did Death, her ugly majesty,
Embrace your soul in greed?
Did peaceful grace, in sympathy,
Give aid in time of need?
Dear friend, I beg, I plead, I pray,
To whom in heaven reign
That on that God-forsaken day,
You died, but spared from pain.
Dear friend, if only He’d discern
The passions of my heart,
Your life, to us, He would return.
To death, mine, I’d impart.
May God bless you, as I'm sure He has, for your presence (within His own domain) He now enjoys.
Sincerely,
Daniel Black
I am a social-reconstructivist and I venomously attack things that I perceive as corrupt or despicable. My words and actions evoke counterfire; in nearly all contexts, this dialogue is very much welcome albeit is often uncivil. On this day however, with respect to my friend and those who fell beside him, I am cordially inviting us all to lay our swords aside, just for a period of time, and render proper customs to those who sacrificed their lives in service to their homeland.
Dedicated to my friend, the fifteen other Marines of 3/25 that died August 3rd of last year, and all those others who have been killed in violent conflict, fighting for what they believe. The world remembers, and offers you its gratitude. I have written the following and dedicate to your memory,
Listlessly stares my eyes into infinity,
Locks with those of the setting sun.
For your eyes’ returning glance they hunt and languish in despair
They see nothing amid the glowing transient abyss before them.
Tumbles my tears on mournful descent parade;
My eyes allow them their escape, my cheeks the trails they gracefully pass over.
Cold and motionless, my face, but for those tears, a busy mind behind them
Thinking and remembering, reconstructing you, and in silent prayer:
To think you died, good friend of old;
Your blood spilled in the sand.
Your sacrifice, though brave and bold,
Defended not this land.
Did Death, her ugly majesty,
Embrace your soul in greed?
Did peaceful grace, in sympathy,
Give aid in time of need?
Dear friend, I beg, I plead, I pray,
To whom in heaven reign
That on that God-forsaken day,
You died, but spared from pain.
Dear friend, if only He’d discern
The passions of my heart,
Your life, to us, He would return.
To death, mine, I’d impart.
May God bless you, as I'm sure He has, for your presence (within His own domain) He now enjoys.
Sincerely,
Daniel Black
posted by Daniel Black | 11:49 AM
1 Comments:
That was quite beautiful. I clicked on "Next blog" and found yours. What a lovely tribute to your friend.
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