who for their faith
and their courage
endured a great
fight.”
The Battery--marked
throughout
with memories of the
manned redoubts,
the warriors, the
fighters for freedom;
from ship to sub, pirate
to historian
capstans, rifles, mortars,
and guns--
bears no regret.
You stand upon that
point of land
framed by fort and
isle and sand
dedicated to
struggles lost and won,
but it is the
trees, patient and gracious
that say, “Stay, stay
a while with us;
you are safe.”
Overspread with
carpet grass and leaves--
carelessly brushed
by the ceaseless harbor breeze,
White Point reigns
as Charleston’s bowsprit.
Bounded by the sea
wall, facing off the sea,
in a dulcet
undertone, she whispers,
“Bring it on.”
“Count them happy
who for their faith
and their courage
endured a great
fight.”
Is it not an apt
verse for human life?
Standing on white
sea shells, alive;
pointing outward to
our soul’s delight;
resting inward,
We too endure.
Charleston, July 15, 2012
Charleston, July 15, 2012
