Parris Island, South Carolina in the early morning October mist;
800 Families gathered together, they stood in groups by color
the length of the ceremonial tarmac
The Marine Corps Band appeared first to our ears and then entered our line of sight as they materialized through the haze playing patriotic tributes for those soon to follow; for those whom we all travelled so far to see
the moment was so near.
As the band completed the tribute a new sound, a different rhythm penetrated the fog- A thunder
The plated heels of new Marines hitting the asphalt made the thunderous sound as 800 graduates powerfully stepped in time,
You could barely see them in the distance as they marched ever closer, closing the gap between us and them- they approached but time seemed to stand still.
As they reached their mark, they crisply recited the Marine Corps Hymn
The thunder is getting louder
Each platoon is getting closer to its color
My heart starts pounding faster
the Thunder becomes a deafening rumble as
they are lined up directly in front of us-
The rumbling suddenly ceased
The mantra ended, the marching stopped with one defined movement 800 pairs of squared shoulders remained facing forward,
Each stomped their foot as they turned their heads, you could hear the crack of 800 Marines snapping their neck’s
There was an audible gasp that past through the crowd and the sound of that sudden movement as they turned toward their family hoping to get a glimpse of someone they cherished but remembered their task and kept on track
They collectively shouted the Exhilirating Marine Corps
They had the smallest opportunity for their eyes to meet the gaze of any one of their family before they turned about face and continued the ceremony.
Their brows were furrowed, their lips were stern but that could not diminish the brightness of their eyes
It was Sudden It was Quick It was Precise It was Breath taking to watch my young son.
knowing in one still moment, a once in a lifetime instant that can never be repeated or captured any other place than a mothers heart just happened
but out of the corner of my eye I saw the tear roll down his fathers cheek- his heart will capture this moment in his own way.
This memory is the culmination of the first quarter of a particular life. A life that earlier teetered on a scale of someone else’s mind- not of justice but a scale that measured personal gain. Unknowingly, and with high probability the future of this child was proclaimed as bleak- the Obstetrician with his golden stethoscope shook his head - the chances are too high for this thing some call life-to be disfigured, mauled or maimed and not even close to what some would call quality. Get rid of it now and plan better next time was his professional advice.
I was asked to terminate the life inside me to baptize my son in his very own blood.
The doctor’s suggestion was never an option-I gave it no thought at all
To always stand firm I put my trust in The Word
While he grew in my maternal tabernacle I prayed he always be bathed in Gods Love until his debut
God sculpted this masterpiece in my womb and conception summoned his soul. This beautiful life was a gift to me and soon it will unfold- its purpose, potential and fabric has already been foretold.
The newest miracle of life will soon be weaved into the fabric of society
Purple Red Blue and Gold
As he was preparing to take on the world, that moment arrived -I lost my life as I traded for his- I left for just a short while- My heart rate dropped, my pulse stopped and the cold settled in-I did not see a tunnel or a light to guide my way- I went to a place- a quiet peaceful state that can only be described as serene.
I heard a whisper, a small sob, a still cry - I turned my head toward this soft sound and struggled to listen- the baby had a right to be heard and he quietly cried out