These few standing now with heads bowed,
Proclaim,
visibly, much more than words alone.
Yea, these few
standing become silently here,
The voice of all people
and of all time,
Of any epoch, language or land.
For
these attendants stand to honor the fallen,
Now laid
before us and before our God,
As no pomp nor flame nor
hymn, no matter how set,
Nor how much deemed to be
eternal wrought.
Without these few standing, here are
heroes buried,
Proclaimed and honored, yet not fulfilled:
From these few standing alone is the flesh
And blood of
life itself returned departed ones,
So revered, so
cherished, and so much loved.
So long as these few
standing keep and preserve,
This steadfast place,
Then
so long shall these, so missed, live on forever,
Thus
embraced. |
