Carl had been in Iraq
for a year and a half today,
he knew Christmas was soon
on its way.
He held his little bible
lost pictures of friends within,
and he knelt there on the battle line
with a tear riddled grin.
God he whispered
I've never asked for much,
once I asked for help
to get my little brother a crutch.
We never had much
but our love for family and you,
but Lord if some one has to be
taken before Christmas
take me let my comrades through.
You see Lord I didn't come from
a very good home,
I don't have a family of my own.
So Lord grant me this Christmas wish
and take me if you must,
For Lord my friends that were taken
today I see in the moonbeams,
let me join them will be enough.
He wrote down this prayer
and in the bible he did place,
amongst the friends pictures
that have now passed away.
He took the bible to the rest of the boys
replied you will be fine,
and as the bombs began to fall
Carl was taken that night.
The boys when the dust settled
and returned to the trench,
Found Carl's little bible in the center
without even a dent.
They picked it up and as they
thumbed through it that day,
and saw his prayer for his buddies
tears were so displayed.
All those boys were about him that night ,
and as they looked at one another
their eyes asked why!
How could one prayer protect us all so,
and as they huddled together
in prayer asked how did he know.
Early the next evening
as the full moon cast its rays,
a golden spray of dust filled the air
and there were soldiers there at play .
The men were dead silent
as they saw Carl turn their way,
and reading his lips those soldiers
clasped their hands to pray.
For the proud and the brave
they stood with God that day,
On the line they held his hand
they saw his face.
Knowing in their hearts if all
would just lay their weapons down,
The war would be over men would be saved
and peace would have a lovely sound.
Author notes
For if our young can go and stand on the fireing line why cant we lay aside our differences and find love through time .Why must we teach out young such hate and in time be their executioner in time why cant we see we are the same just a different color and design .Each perfect in their own way and oh what we could learn from each other every day .
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This is a beautifully sad story of selfless sacrafice that has me crying as I'm typeing. Wwith a little editing this poem could be so much more The irregular line lengths really through off the flow of this piece, but I still love it. Any poem that can ma
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So sad but then, life very often is. A beautiful write despite the sadness as it holds such hope and without hope where would any of us be? Very well done
Sheila
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BEATIFUL
no added words needed
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This is absolutely true. A wonderful poem my friend.
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A beautiful poem, sad, yet a story of true love and courage.
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This was a beautiful poem. Sad, yet sdo much truth behind it. I loved the rhyme and meaning behind it! Another great one Ms. Patty!
becca
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Wow this is reeeeeally inspiring. It is so sad but touching. I really liked the title too, it brought out the poem a lot.
I once had a friend on here named MoonlightBeam...
She died last year...
Oh I miss her so.
~Docteh (XPandyXFangirlX)
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