Storming the Beaches of Heaven
The tide has taken me this far in,
The sand is warm against my skin,
I look down at my feet in shock,
And then I look to find a rock.
I’m here on the beach in a frontal assault,
But I’ve lost my weapon and it’s not my fault.
I was holding on tight when that last wave came,
And when it was gone things were not the same.
My boots are gone and my uniform ... well ...
I might be better equipped for Hell.
For I’ve nothing to fight with and nothing to hold,
But I’m here and I’m ready and you’re never too old!
So I look all around for a sign of the foe,
And that’s when I notice that I have a new toe.
The old one was lost in a battle one day,
Along with its mates when the foot went away.
But this one I wriggle and it seems quite okay,
And I think I could march for a year and a day!
Except, where am I going, and what is my goal?
I was sure of myself when I stepped from the shoal.
I stand up and look all around me once more,
And I realize I’m on a really strange shore.
There’s no sound of combat, no sign of a fight,
And in fact everything is a beautiful sight!
The trees are asway in a gentle warm breeze,
And the sounds I do hear seem intended to please.
So I stroll further inland to scope out the place,
And then I look into a familiar old face!
“We’ve waited so long to welcome you here,
Please won’t you come along with me, Dear?”
In shock I just mumble, “This can’t be true!
Why, it’s been a lifetime since I have seen you!”
“Oh, yes. You will find things are different here,
In the blink of an eye you can lose a whole year!”
And at last the truth dawned that my battle was done,
And I worried a bit, then I smiled, ‘cause I’d won!
So I looked all around, and I saw all my pals,
Those rock-steady soldiers, both the guys and the gals,
My Mom and my Dad had a place on a hill,
And if I can stay here forever ... I will!
A tribute to Lady X
From NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . July 9, 2006
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