Casualties of War

 

Another, Casualty of War,
The face’s, wear an empty look,
Old eye’s, that do not meet your gaze,
The scars, that cannot be mis-took,

I see them, every where I go,
Aloof, withdrawn, bearing such pain,
Living behind, invisible walls,
An entrance, is difficult to gain,

You ask,”What battle did they fight,
What devastated their hearts, so,
Was it, in some far off land,
Where was this battle, do you know”,

My answer, friend is hard to bear,
I’ll tell you, if you care to know,
It was right there, in Father’s home,
By family, they were wounded so,

Intent is never, always there,
And yet, results are still the same,
Now only Love, can heal the wounds,
Not pointing fingers, or laying blame,

One Love can overlook, the glares,
To still reach out, a loving hand,
The Father’s love, will never fail,
Only His heart, can understand,

He alone, can heal the wounds,
That His house, may be restored,
And gather back, into the fold,
All of these Casualties, of War.

c.d.m. 10-3-10