Charles J. Ingerson

DISTANT TRUMPETS
(For So Many)

Hallowed sounding
echoes of so much
love resounding
the Master’s touch.

To have given beyond
what some duty call
an ocean, lake or pond
to have given ones all.

May the distant trumpets
with their love so pure
allows us these moments
to stand proud and sure.

Then as the echoes fade
and the flag now extending
allows for the sacrifice made
reminds of a love unending.

With the rising sun of morn
and the turning of the page
there is a spirit felt warm
which allows us life to engage.

Forever was promised all
not just yesterday or today
with obedience to the call
and for you this we pray.

©Copyright September 17, 2001 by Charles J. Ingerson

Searing glass shatters
severing limbs and life
leaving all in tatters
exposing so evil strife.

Indifferent to the plight
no direction or motive
as diamonds of night
sharing damage to give.

Finding the paths long
sending shivers growth
emotions blended song
in anger’s terrible oath.

Timbers fell in terror
amid the falling glass
hates very brief visitor
filling a broad morass.

None could now survive
only death to be found
where anger did strive
splintered glasses sound