Past The Almighty Commander Poem by Gert Strydom

Past The Almighty Commander



I hear soldier’s boots
marching rhythmic
and they past in rows.

There’s no marching band
that accompanies the slow march,
just a bugle
that sounds melancholic.

The minister says his words
and I hear: “he’s now with God, ”
and something of dust to dust

The last trumpet’s notes
catches my ear
and there are some rifle shots
that I hear reporting.

An Orange, white and blue flag
is folded around the chest
that slowly disappears into the grave,
while tears stream down the cheeks
of a woman and some children.

The wind starts blowing
and some doves fly past
and I wonder what God does
with brave heroes?

Are there legions of angels
of the Lord
that return with flaming swords
from battles
with the darkness?

Do they also march in rank and row,
past the Almighty Commander?

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