He Will Be Home Soon

Arms drawn about her knees, she cradles her head in arms.
Sound tries but cannot provoke her thoughts as she rocks,
Ever so gently, in time with the feathering, caressing wind,
Which flows through fields ripe with golden wheat about her.

Blue eyes weep down freckled cheeks from a gaze transfixed,
remembering his gentle hand stroking, soothing her soul.
But now she waits alone, numb to the world around her,
and worried thoughts give no peace.

'Lord, please Lord, keep him safe. Please, Oh Lord please.';
Silent, breathless prayers wail from deep from within her,
Time and time again, as waves of fear and helplessness,
Relentlessly clutch, stopping breath, deep within her chest.

Awareness slowly knows two arms together holding,
Encircling, loving; A father's toil worn embrace joined
with that of a mother's worry wise strength.
A setting sky brings reborn promise; hope echoes again.

He will be home soon.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2006 Rodney Alan Crater