THE FORGOTTEN CROSS
Unadorned it is
In the midst of greens
Standing proud as it once stood
Standing in the company of whites
Gently doth the wind caress
Baked under the fiery sun
and tears on days cast
and chill under moonlight.
“For years I fought for you and died,
for years of labor under pain and death.
Till Liberty called an end to arms
as I lay sweetly on the bruised Earth.”
Time has come for you,
My sweet, to watch over me
on quiet plain. And offer prayers for my release
from my unbearable pain.
When judgment harkens
to call you home to recall what you have done
I shall remember you to plead
For when your moment has come.
This cross, once solely mine
will now be yours to bear
as you pass from the Great Veil
not a moment to shed a tear.