Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Dusty Heart

This was originally published on Veteran's Day of 2010. 
Sharing again in honor of my Daddy and the hero's we honor today.

I found it in a cardboard box long long ago on some childhood exploration.
A small black box, very unadorned.

I opened it up and looked inside.
And there settled in white silk was a ribbon and a heart.
Shiny and purple there it gleamed with the face of a man looking out at me.

I gasped in delight and was so excited.
To my little girl eyes it looked just like jewelry.
So off to Momma I ran.
Can I wear this?, I eagerly inquired?

Oh no she said with a look in her eyes I did not recognize.
For that belongs to Daddy 

Where did it come from I wanted to know.

Go and ask she replied, 
So he can tell you his story.

To his lap I ran
Tell me Daddy, Where did your pretty heart come from?

Silence followed for quite awhile and then he said
Now listen honey, I fought in a jungle far away so you could always be free.
I got hurt and so they gave this to me.

Oh Daddy you're so brave, my little girl heart swelled.

Daddy, I asked, Can we take your pretty heart out and put on display for all to see?

Little One, he said, Let's keep it tucked away
There were others who gave their lives in that jungle, they gave so much more than me and promise me you'll never forget all that was sacrificed for you. 

You're my hero I said.

I'm no hero, I was just a boy doing what I was asked to do: was his sobering reply.

But, my little girl heart somehow knew My daddy was a hero even if he let his purple heart grow dusty.

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:13


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