PEACE AT BUGLE CALL

Peace at Bugle Call

©by Mary Nida Smith

Peace is not in things

Peace is freedom from things

Blessings are never late

He said he loved me

He said he missed me

What did it take

Separation in crisis

He has accepted what life

Has presented to him

As I have during these trails

We have learned patience,

 Forgiveness and we may,

Only have this time

To find the first happiness

In our troubled marriage

Maybe, in our whole lifetime

Of emotions and hard times

I love his phone calls

A soft peaceful loving voice

Not condemning, or asking why

Upon a visit we exchange hugs

That wasn’t part of our marriage

As he wheels himself down

The hallways – I hold his hand

 It feels cold, yet warm, as he

Squeezes my hand, as not to let go

He is not child-like, he holds on

To the man, the hero, I knew he was

I am thankful to God

For being there beside us

Showing us, that nothing mattered

The past is removed, tomorrow unseen

Thankful, we had been given

The gift, of forgiveness, and peace

                

November 2015