The Gate Guard’s Gift Poem by Bill Grace
The Gate Guard’s Gift
It is my custom
to say to military folk
‘’Thank you
for your service’’
knowing that service
can be harsh
in a hard world.
This morning
at the gate
a return gift
waited for verbal ritual.
The soldier said:
‘’Thank you
for helping me
be here.’’
It hit home,
in the counseling business
we would call it
a ‘reframe.’
An old chaplain
a young airman
an eternal bond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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