For Yonder Breaks

I received word this morning that another one had been killed
during a heated day before
that sacred Holy Night.
In quiet contemplation they gathered round,
grieving the loss,
examining what it means to be brave.

Fall on your knees.

Despite the spirit’s groan
searching for words that have no words,
I hope
I hope
the heart felt a certain gladness hearing about
the babe born in a manger.

Hear the angel voices.

Looking to the sky, listening to chopped air,
they flew closer to the heavens.
Warrior brothers. Burning eyes search to see the star,
paused to consider
an ancient time and place when men, traveling from afar,
were drawn to the One who will save, no matter what.

The Kopp-Etchells Effect on a Chinook helicopter. Helmand Province, Afghanistan.  Photo by M. MacLeod

The Kopp-Etchells Effect on a Chinook helicopter. Helmand Province, Afghanistan.
Photo by M. MacLeod

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6 responses to “For Yonder Breaks

  1. Praying and aching

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  2. Oh friend you are brave and bold and tender. Praying with you for all of them. Especially your flesh, your blood.

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  3. OH MY HEART…this resonates Heather. As the merging of what we sing and the reality of life come together, and we wonder if it could all be true. Thank you for sharing.

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