Galaxies and galaxies,
  full of stars.
Light the heavens,
  and beyond.

Charting a sailor’s course,
  in twilight’s crossing.
Comforting a grieving soul,
  in their sorrow.

Battlefields vibrate with,
  eruptions and pain.
Some survive,
  only to honor the fallen.

Tears pour out,
  to those left behind.
Doubts on what,
  could of been.

Stars are formed,
  in galaxies above.
From the tears of God,
  honoring the brave.

Once were soldiers,
  fighting for freedom.
Now pillars of light,
  God’s guardians for our souls.

by ken snyder

Pray daily for our troops