O light, gather your whispers amidst the,
silence of those golden hours beneath,
freedom’s nightfall. Where blue traced heavens adorn,
rows of white stone, caressing the repose,
who sleep endless upon the hallowed grounds.
O light, please embrace our revered fallen,
those in repose, and those left to march on.
Weary souls unknown to an earlier,
version of selves, weathered by heart’s longing,
kneels before names and dates of those who died
afore their time. Names scarred upon the soul.
Exploring ephemeral memories,
lost within the bygone, in those silent,
moments ruminating from duskto dawn,
in hopes of unearthed illumination.
O light, assuage the dear bereft who mourn,
the venerated fallen, draping loved,
ones in your warmth. Holding them eternal.
Freed amidst the unbound and untethered,
where your ethereal light is endless.
O light, to see what is unseen- O light.
-Resolute Lee
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This first appeared in The Havok Journal on April 1, 2021.
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