Fear not the coming of the night,
As we sit far from their sight.
Their voices may come and go,
Slowly as freshly melting snow.
Sounds of rage ring in from the night,
Only our hearts can invision the sight.
We can see shadows with darkening form,
Trying to be calm in the storm.
Searching the silence echoing around,
Hearing only tears of pain falling on the ground.
On bended knee, eyes towards the sky,
Seeking to know the reason - why??
Fresh flower petals on this sacred place,
Being no more than part of the human race.
Embracing arms, hands and emotions,
A chain forms and span the deepest oceans.
Brother to sister, and sister to brother,
We shall always be there for each other.
Joseph Lamoine
092397
Idaho State Police Officer Standards & Training
Dispatcher, Session #25
| This poem was written in memory of Boise, Idaho, City Police Officer Mark Stahl, who was killed in the line of duty as the result of a gun battle during a traffic stop, September 1997. |
