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Paying tribute to unknown soldiers

We were born as a nation out of the pain of war for independence. Our constitution was then established by well-educated people of faith who had read ideas from across the oceans and around the world. They wanted a different way of living.

Yet our wars have continued throughout our history and continue still. The most devastating war was our nation’s own internal family strife, our Civil War. It was a struggle to balance our ideals and values against the very real economic issues and the scars of that war lingered for many generations.

We are among the youngest nations, with the oldest constitution and that precious document points to our creator as the author of the thoughts in our hearts.

My own father, George Catlett Marshall, spent his life in service to our nation. He was a man of great faith, who once said, “There is one power greater than all the military powers in the world and that is God.”

This poem was written in honor of my father and in honor of all the veterans of our wars, deceased and living, who have given us their lives and their time and effort, to serve and protect our nation and we the people. These are our best friends, whose lights will shine forever.

Ode to the Unknown Soldier

I try to understand

the mystery of it all.

Through time,

and space,

God’s hand in all creation ...

God’s role in all events.

I see the marching feet,

in numbers and

in cadence,

moving toward the enemy,

through days and nights,

in heat and cold,

on land,

and sea,

and in God’s heavens.

In defense of their nation.

In defense of a way of living.

In the eons of time,

in the days and the years,

in the centuries of our human history,

in the centuries of our destiny,

these feet have marched ...

in this struggle of

minds,

and hearts,

and visions.

I ask myself,

When did God conceive this man?

Or that one?

How long ago was all this planned?

I ask myself,

How did this thought

traverse the earth,

and the seas,

and land in this one’s mind?

Was this thought new?

Or was it always there,

in the eons of time,

in the days and the years,

in the centuries of our human history,

in the centuries of our destiny?

What hand of God was there?

In these battles for

equality,

and truth,

and justice ...

the light,

and the spirit

never die.

They are soldiers in God’s time.

In the eons of time,

in the days and the years,

in the centuries of our human history,

in the centuries of our destiny,

these lights live still ...

in our hearts.

These lights,

they never die.

Alexandra Margaret Marshall is a member of the Lake Oswego Adult Community Center




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