I met a man named Country on the beach at sunset tonight
That’s what he calls himself
Maybe thirty years old
But ancient sorrow
Was hewn into his ruddy freckled face
Giving him years and years he did not ask for
Eyes as blue as the sky
Overrun with tears
As he apologized -for nothing-
You can’t apologize for this
He said he was walking this beach
To salute his buddies lying beneath the waves
Over there, out there, he pointed-
A place where his heart
Was lying blown to pieces with them.
17 of them, I think he said
Soldiers, his people,
The ones he served with day in day out
But they died,
And somehow, he lived.
No one cares
That they give everything
They come back worth nothing,
Worth nothing, not even shit to anyone.
No one understands, no one knows what he’s seen.
I asked if I could hug him
And he said yes
I held him in the tightest hug I could
While he cried and shook
And apologized and apologized and apologized
I did not want to let him go
I wanted him to know that he is valuable, important
Worth more than any of the stupid million things this stupid world thinks are something.
I looked at him and willed with my eyes for him to know
With all my heart crying out into the moment
I squeezed his hand and said things, I don’t even know what they were
I told him I would pray for him. I had nothing to give except wanting,
Wanting him to be well, wanting him to be loved,
Wanting him to be whole, healed
Able to leave his buddies trustingly in the hands of mercy
Mercy bigger than the ocean
Whose waves crashed around us in the sunset.
And then we parted-
Three, maybe four minutes of connection
In which I hope
The Love from the heart of all creation
Came through me somehow
The only Love I know
That can bring hearts back from the dead.
(This is a true story that happened tonight. Can we take care of our Vets, please?)
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