Remembrance
John M. Hastings
Here’s to all who fought the wars,
risked their lives to save our shores.
To those who sang the battle hymn,
joined the service, left their kin.
Fought for country, personal pride.
Some returned, too many died.
Precious, youthful time they lost.
Fought abroad at such a cost.
Left the safer life back home,
families and friends they’d known.
Remember all who did not hide,
who felt a need to serve with pride
and make a better place today
for all of us who didn’t pay.
Let’s not forget the deeds of all
who served with courage, standing tall.
To you still here a debt we owe.
God bless you and those row on row.
The Manger Boy
John M. Hastings
Christmas is not far away now.
Leaves soak under late autumn rains.
Cold winds swirl grey clouds
above bare branches creating
celestial cotton candy on a stick.
We crave love…Yet,
Sit shackled in chains of gridlocked cars,
Join people-columns in mall corridors,
Dull our needs at cash registers.
Pursue tradition which can’t be bought.
Where is the magic of long ago?
Where is God’s greatest gift to mankind …
Peace, love, goodwill?
Where is the manger boy?
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