Warrior's Last Prayer

          
        . . . Father
        . . . I hear singing
        . . . what does it mean?
          
          
          
          
          
          

They are praying for you.
          
          
          
          
          
        . . . But I am not dead.
          
          
          
          
          
          
No . . . You are not dead.
          
          
          
          
          
        . . . My friends
          
          
          
        . . . some were hurt.
          
          
          
          
They will be all right.
          
          
          
          
          
        . . . But I feel all right too
          
        . . . I do not hurt any more
          
        . . . why can't I move?
          
        . . . why can't I see clearly?
          
          
          
You will see clearly, My son.
          
          
        . . . my family
          
          
        . . . I love them, Father
          
          
        . . . will they understand?
          
          

  With heavy hearts ... they will understand.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          . . . mom
          
          . . . dad
          
          . . . will they be all right?
          
          
          
  I will give them peace.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
        . . . the singing, Father
          
          
          . . . it's farther away now.
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
  Listen as they pray more sweetly . . .
          
          
          
          
          
          . . . are they praying for my friends?
          
          
          
          
          
  For them
    
       . . . and for you.
          
          
          
          
          . . . will we be together again?
          
          
          
          
  Forever . . . and ever
          
          
          
          
          
        Father . . .
          
          
        . . . they have stopped singing
          
        . . .  what does it mean?
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
Rest now
    
     . . . My good and faithful servant
    
    
    
       . . . and forever more
    
    
    
    . . . Welcome into My home.
          

On January 25, 1999 . . . thirty-three years after J.B.'s death . . . I dreamt this poem as clear and vivid as if wide awake. I do not feel I wrote it, so much as it was given to me and for that, I give Thanks. Even now, I am amazed at its clarity. I awoke and wrote it down as it appears above.

A Letter from Yehowa Adadolisdi, Rebecca

American Warrior Series
by: Don Poss