A Soldiers Prayer

[B.J.Morbitzer]

~A SOLDIERS PRAYER~


Look God: I have never spoken to you,
But now I want to say,
"How do you do."

You see God,
They told me you did not exist;
And, like a fool,
I believed all of this.

Last night from a shell hole
I saw your sky;
I figured right then
They had told me a lie.
Had I taken the time
To see the things you made,


I wonder, God,
If you would shake my hand;
Somehow, I feel
That you will understand.
Strange, I had to come
To this hellish place
Before I had time to see your face.

Well, I guess there isn't
Much more to say,
But I am sure glad, God,
I met you today.

I guess the zero hour
Will soon be here,
But I am not afraid
Since I know you are near.

The signal - well, God,
I will have to go;
I love you lots,
This I want you to know.

Looks like this will be
A horrible fire fight;
Who knows, I may come
To your house tonight.

Though I wasn't friendly
With you before,
I wonder, God,
If you would wait at the door.

Look, I am crying,
Me shedding tears!
I wish I had known you
These many years.

Well, I have to go now, God.
Goodbye
Strange, since I met you,
I am not afraid to die.

Author B.J.Morbitzer

[B.J.Morbitzer]

~I Am An American Soldier~

I am a whisper on the wind, of times past, of places long forgotten, Valley Forge, Gettysburg, Batan, Pearl Harbor, Normandy, Seoul, Saigon, Loas, Kuwait, Iraqi. I am the heart of countless numbers of scarred
And maimed American veterans, and the soul of the buried unknowns,

I am an integral part of each white cross in Flanders Field, and I am sealed within each name on 'The Wall'. I am part of each and every headstone of every American soldier in every cemetery around the world.
I am deeply enmeshed in each tiny undiscovered bone fragment of American soldiers, left behind on foreign soil. I am the unseen shadows, the unheard voices in those many empty cells that once held my brothers
In unspeakable torture.

I am the unbearable pain in the hearts of every mother, father, wife, husband, brother sister, and child, of missing American soldiers from all wars.
I am within each and every teardrop shed by these family members.

I am the essence of each and every drop of blood shed in the past or in the future, by an American soldier in the name of freedom. I am the lifeblood of the colors of the American flag, blue for my loyalty and
Unwavering dedication, white for my steadfastness, and red for my pride and love of country.

I am the spirit of those names on the black Granite Wall, of all those unaccounted for in every war, of those who went away to war as gallant young men and came back, older than time...OR NOT AT ALL.

God Bless America the land
Of the free and the home of the brave.

© B.J.Morbitzer 2010*

[Brenda Pike]

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DEAR B.J. YOUR POEM A (SOLDIERS PRAYER) IS A REAL TEAR JERKER AND HEART FELT. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE HORROR OF A BATTLE IN AND UNKNOWN COUNTRY. YOUR PRAYER IS VERY SIMPLY AND PLAIN TO THE LORD ABOVE AND SO SINCERE. I BELIEVE GOD SAVED YOU WHEN THAT TEAR RAN DOWN YOUR CHEEK. GOD BLESS YOU B.J.


AND OH MY!!! WHAT A WONDERFUL POEM ( I AM A AMERICA SOLDIER) IS WITH MUCH EMOTION CAPTURED IN YOUR MESSAGE. DEAR GOD MAY THOSE WHO DIDN'T COME HOME REST IN PEACE FOREVER IN YOUR PARADISE. AMEN. GOD BLESS YOU, B.J. LOVE BRENDA

[B.J.Morbitzer]

Dear Brenda,
First I thank you for your lovely comment to my writings.
But yes most was so true in that conflict many years ago.
But PTL He brought me through it all,Somehow someway...
He gave me the strength to see me through the first tour, and the second tour, well another story my friend.
But each and everyday I pray for all that loss a soldier over there, and now again the men and women that are still serving in this other conflict over in the other country.
I just pray someday maybe somehow someway, we all could live in harmony ,each and every country.
Wouldn't that be great ???
God's blessings to you Brenda
Hugs Love Blessings
B.J.Morbitzer<><