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| POW Prayer
Please hear me ,Lord….. It’s the dead of night….. It is dark and cold, the night surrounds me Like a blanket of hope. As long as it is night, they will stay in their corner. I lie here wondering ~ how long is it again? I cling to the dream of my family ~ I see them in my mind. It is another Independence Day at home. When will my independence come? I will NOT believe that they have forgotten me!! I look in the hole I have dug here, for the things that I hide from them. A little smile across my lips~ in all this time they have never found my little stash! I pull out a little scrap of shredded red and white. For me, it waves in the breeze of home! It is my salvation ~ it tells me there is hope. There is a tiny piece of cloth, a remnant of the uniform worn with the pride only a soldier knows. Ah, here is that little corner of the photo I once had! They think they destroyed it ~ It is my private joke on them. For I can still see the face of my little boy. But ~~~ he must be almost a man by now... I am not sure? How long has it been again? They could not have forgotten me, as they go from one day to the next without me. I will not believe that! If they have, I shall surely be swallowed up in the mists of this hell! How long has it been again? No ~ they have not forgotten ~ how could they have? Have they ? My God? Have they? |
