The Spirit Sentinel

I slept with those at Shiloh
I listened to them pray
I walked on both sides of the line
dividing blue and gray

I touched them in the trenches
amidst the cannon roars
Would that it just could have been
that war to end all wars

I was there at Normandy
at every row of hedge
I had my arms around them there
at the ocean's edge

On the reservoir of Chosin
I sought to soothe their souls
I wept for them as they withdrew
their bodies claimed by cold

I gave comfort there at Khe Sanh
and high on Hamburger Hill
I will freely give it yet today
to those who need it still

In the darkness of the desert
when they were put to test
If someone only called to me
I held them to my breast

Then or now… war or peace
He sent me to this task
Out of sight but easy reach
to any who would ask

Just know that I am always there
beyond the ring of light
A never-sleeping, silent sentry
to still the raging night

This poem won second place for the May 2026 poetry contest