Luminaries light the dark for each one captured, wounded or killed.
The significance of it all even the warmest heart would chill.
As I view the Sacred Ground and think about it all
The carnage and the blood today would make us all appalled.
The boys of 61 were now veterans of many a fight.
To see their youth wasted makes one cry for their plight.
They were caught up in forces to which they thought they must respond
But their struggling and sacrifice made them suffer way beyond.
Warfare is so barbaric and it brings out man’s worst and best.
For some reason our gender thinks fighting is the way to pass manhood’s test.
So mankind allows the current emotions to pull them into warfare of their time.
Their thinking is quite insane and has no reason or rhyme.
So luminaries mark the landscape for each casualty of this fight.
From across the veil the heroes all cry out their plight.
Listen to them wail from Earth’s purgatory.
War is such a disillusion and brings no glory.
We waste our life’s blood in the vanity
That we will be remembered which is insanity.
We weren’t sent here to kill and to maim.
Our mission is help bless and not one of fame.
So realize that you’re an essential fiber in the quilt
To bring about the world that needs be built.
We have a certain task to which we have been assigned
And for which we have been destined and designed.
The overall plan is impossible to see.
We need only accept our part and enjoy it with glee.
The Source knows our greatest potential path.
We are to get rid of all our life’s wrath.
Earth is one of many testing grounds.
Our species has yet to hit a plateau that is sound.
We stumble and fall but rise up each and every time.
The day is near when change is inevitable to our kind.
So we much learn the right vibration
That brings us to the elucidation.
We are not here to eat, drink and make merry.
Our tasks are monumental and vary.
The Source will provide our guides and direction.
We need only prepare for his mission’s selection.