I hear them still; sometimes, at night, I wake up as if from a bad dream.
I see those brave ones climbing the tower steps; they march together, people of many colors.
The monks in monasteries sing their chants; the sound of these marching boots is a love song too.
We must not forget their song; we too, will march one day, our tower steps rising up to heaven.
The clouds will not be dark, but, full of light; we will not wear boots, the footprints of our souls, like the touch of a feather.
To the high courts of heaven, we will march; a flame of love will be our only torch that day.
May it be our love song that binds souls together and not apart; may our chant be that of goodwill, one toward another.
There is a light that flickers within us; this is the torch that gives us our marching orders, our very flame of life itself.
I hear them still; I hear those boots climbing one by one to heaven’s door.
The door opened wide, the feathers spreading out, like a goose down cloud; even on earth, you could feel the cloud of love, a warm embrace.
The years come and go, soft, like a summer rain; the remembrance of those boots is still the same.
The September sky beckons for me to come outside; I look up, and there above, feathery clouds form a halo of the purest, deepest love.
“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you.” : Isaiah 66:13
What an absolutely beautiful poem and tribute! It brought tears to my eyes! Thank you for blessing us with this today!
As a nation, we were so blessed by all those many boots. So many brave souls!
You’ve touched the chord, Linda. God’s grip – Alan
Sad music…but, not chords of despair. God listens endlessly to every broken heart. He counts our very tears.(Psalm 56:8).
POWERFUL!!!
So thought provoking!!
Today, we remember so many beautiful souls…
Oh, Linda…
So much brokenness to remember on a day such as this. Yet, God holds our broken hearts and loves us through it all.
Your pain is felt even here, Linda. Anyone who loves, grieves with America.
And all who care must do all they can to end this belief that anyone has the right to take another’s life.
Well said, my sentiments exactly.
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In the end, it is always love that overcomes the darkest of hours.
Yes.
Beautiful, Linda! Especially given where I am at this time. Thank you!
Wishing you blessings! There are times when we must simply ‘rest’ in God. There is so much in life that we will never understand; still, He bears us up in His loving kindness.
this is so enchanting Linda … the imagery the warmth the love! Well done 🙂
Thank you! It is hard to put into words, how heroic these brave souls were. I only know, that I thank God for each and every one of them.
amen!
That was so powerful and so beautiful, Linda! Thank you for that! It’s one of the nicest tributes I’ve seen this year.
Thank you Ann! 🙂
This is so beautiful. This line; I hear them still; I hear those boots climbing one by one to heaven’s door; brought tears to my eyes! It made me think of my Granddad who passed away last year xxx
I am so sorry to hear about your Grandad! It is so hard to lose our beloveds. Our cherished memories give us hope; knowing we will meet again in heaven is our deepest comfort.