The Star – A Soldier’s Letter to his Family
I dedicate this piece in loving memory of my grandfather, Private First Class Sandford Dobson, who served in the infantry division of the Canadian Expeditionary Force in World War 1, forerunner to the Canadian Armed Forces. Many have read it. Many have not. I offer it to honour the memory of 911.
When I look out on this desert here
Lives torn apart by war and hate
I remember a story I was taught in Sunday School
About this baby Jesus who was really cool
Wise men travelling from miles afar
Were led by a bright shining star
To an infant laying in a lowly cattle shed
A bunch of hay for his bed
Shepherds were watching their flocks by night
When they saw the most awesome sight
An angel appeared before them who said have no fear
I bring you news of great joy
To you this day will be born the King of Israel
A saviour, Jesus your Immanuel
Kids, that means God is with us
That no matter what you do if you say to God you’re really sorry
With Him that means end of story
Because you see, Bobby, Darrin and Sue
God really does love you
He sent the best gift He could give
That a world filled with hate and fear
Would feel God’s love really near
While He lived upon this earth
He told many how they could have new birth
If they would say, Lord, I feel so bad for all I’ve done
Could you please give me the gift of Jesus your Son?
I’m tired of my life filled with sin
I want You to dwell within
He died for me, for your mother and all of you
For all the bad things we do
Bobbie, Darrin and Sue, I want you to know how much I love you
Now, you be good for your Mom
Do your school work, chores
Don’t forget to say your prayers
Daddy will soon be there
Darling, I long to feel your touch
I miss you, oh so much!
What would I do without you in my life?
How did I get so blessed that you became my wife?
Well, darling, Bobby, Darrin and Sue
I must go now
Your father’s hungry and has to get some chow
Don’t forget the story I told you about baby Jesus
And tell it to your friends
About how the best of gifts God sends
Pray that one day all the hate in this world would end
Everyone would treat each one equally as brother, sister, friend
We would all put down the weapons of war
And fighting would be no more
This poem sits upon a bookshelf in a frame with Private First Class John Smith’s photo. There is a small red cross below the father’s picture that his wife put as an image to go with the poem. Just as the father is finished writing it it he is killed by ISIS gunfire. The poem is picked up by one of his buddies as he takes it from where it is laying beside him with blood spattered on it. It is the last in a collection of poems for Prayers and Poems from the Garden.
Karen Osborne B.A. Christian Clinical Counseling St. James the Elder Theological Seminary, graduate divinity student at Trinity College University of Toronto. Kevin Osborne, B. Th. Canada Christian College & Graduate School. B.A., M.A. Christian Clinical Counseling, M.A-Th.D. Applied Theology student majoring in Psychology St. James the Elder Theological Seminary, D.D., D. sc., Diplomate in Traumatology American Board of Traumatology Examiners of St. James the Elder Theological Seminary, Diplomate in Creative Ministry St. James the Elder Theological Seminary. Kevin Osborne is a member of The Word Guild, which is a Christian writer’s group that invites membership all around the world. Please go to https://thewordguild.com for further information.
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