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Haunting Eyes

Haunting Eyes
By John Templin on 08/27/2005
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In the quiet moments of my aging
there return unpleasant memories
from a time when youth was paramount
and I thought my mind had all the keys.
There are many ways to handle “frightful”,
(and I’ve tried to learn them all);
some hide deep within the mind
and wait for night to fall.
Darkness is the time reserved
for the most dreadful recollections,
those strong enough to rule the night
and overwhelm the soul’s objections.

The terrors of my past come through
to incapacitate my heart and mind;
more than that, to insure that I remember
all the pain that was entwined
around the moments and the days
when I watched the pleading eyes
of small children with their frightened gaze …
who had no understanding of their imminent demise.
The begging , fluid, frantic stare of those
pleading for more than I could give;
I had the arms to comfort them
but, not the power to make them live.

A gentle word to still their fear
was all the gift that I had.
They were so helpless … so deserving;
yet, there was nothing I could add.
Why could I not have been a doctor
(with medical knowledge I could use)
instead of what I was … A COP …
who only understood the world of “clues”.
Yes, the clues were all around me
and, it made no difference what I tried …
the only thing that I could do
was hold them as they died.

Each time I see the darkness come
like an omen into my sight,
I cast the painful past aside …
so, I can greet my children of the night.
They have conquered life … accepted death; …
it comes to me as no surprise …
they are the children I remember …
now, with happy, pain-free eyes.
They bring a gift to me, one I could not give to them;
the peace and comfort of the moment fresh at hand.
They assure me with their presence that everything’s all right;
that each of us performed as God had planned.

Life goes on with all the splendor and the glory
of the trying times in which we all must live;
so to teach us one great lesson. We must always give our ALL,
even when our meager ALL … is ALL we have to give!

John F. Templin ©


Ad Maiorem Dei Gloriam

© By John Templin On 8/27/2005 3:45:14 PM
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