My Father Whispers
Violet soul amidst the soft blue stars
Your mellow wisdom becomes true
These old furnishings have deep spirit
Tribes of democracy make their stand
News of the war is everywhere
Wounded soldiers become quiet heroes
Islands of brave deeds arise like the sun
We gather and glean from fields of honor
Precious father buried by his sons
I remember you so well, your gentle eyes
Sometimes I long to rest with you
Send me your blessing from heaven
These lost hours where clouds cover
These lonely nights of sorrow
The voice of faith comes and I sleep
Purpose is in Gods hands
Many souls need to know of love
I must be brave and carry your name
Your medals inspire
My father whispers
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By Joseph M Narusiewicz
© 2009 Joseph M Narusiewicz
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