Yesterday, when I shared Lee Ann's observation that the prospect of going through cancer felt like going through an oncoming wildfire. The image sparked something in Bob Rotruck. His son is heading to Afghanistan and the image of an oncoming wildfire seemed appropriate. He was inspired to write the following poem and when I asked, he consented to letting it be printed here:
I stood on the plain facing the fires fierce flames,
I was looking for someone to place all the blames.
I didn’t want my son to face the horrors of war,
I wanted to go in his place to settle the score.
But I know my son wanted to do his part,
He agreed to do it from the very start.
That is how military men and women approach life,
They know from the beginning that there might be strife.
And so we stand in this field of wildfire together,
Our spirits locked together no matter the weather.
But a third party has joined our stance,
He is not just there by mere chance.
But Jesus is there holding each of our hands,
And together the three of us are taking our stands.
To face the unknown trials of the fight,
Together in spirit we are there at first light.
I have no fear for my brave, strong son,
For at his side will always be number One.
So this wildfire, we can face each day,
Each day I will be there in spirit to pray.
“God be with my son and all his comrades,
And be home with all of the moms and dads.
For they too face the horrors of war,
We just pray, there will be no more!”