He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now,
come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.
It is so nice to have off on Memorial Day!
It is great to be with family and have a picnic!
It is a priveledge and an honor to celebrate the lives of soldiers.
I am so thankful for all they do for us.
Who will you be thinking of this Memorial Day?
Mama Kat's Writers Workshop is today!
Great prompts as always!