The Policeman meets with God

 

In tribute to Police Officers who have given their lives in the name of Duty and most recently the following:

Custody Sergeant Matiu Ratana

PC Andrew Harper

The Policeman meets with God

The policeman stood and faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
"No Lord I guess I ain't.
Because those who carry badges
can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough...
And sometimes I've been violent
because the streets are awful tough.

But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, my God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fear. 

If you've a place for me here,
Lord, it need not be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don't... I'll understand."

There was silence all around the throne
where the saints had often trod,
as the policeman waited quietly
for the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman.
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on heaven's streets.
For you've done your time in hell!"

 

Footnote: The origins of the composer of this moving piece are unknown and no ownership of Copyright are either sought nor presumed acquired. I merely wish to use this medium to distribute these moving and beautiful words and sentiments in honour of our immensely brave Men and Women Police Officers who protect us all yet face not only routine physical and verbal abuse, but mortal danger too. My respect and love to all who serve.

Compiled by

Beşparmak Media Services

 

 

And I Thought...

 

Wallingford Bridge

And I  thought I`d take a wander, along the River Thames Pathway...

To absorb all the natural beauty I might encounter this glorious Summers' day.

So many Ducks, Swans, Geese and Coots all at their respective play,

Whilst the always and ever-protecting Willows, soporifically sway.

And I thought I`d then meander through, the ancient Castle Grounds,

Where King William's once mighty fort dominated all around,

Whilst Anglo-Saxon Earthworks remind us of past Warriors so brave,

They, whom sent those pesky Vikings packing, lest they'd face an early grave!

And I thought I`d then ponder over Wallingford's illustrious past:

The Romans. Saxons, even Vikings and of course, the Royal Mint,

Whose coinage bore the Portcullis and the Monarch's head of the day

Portraying the towns importance in such a highly positive way.

And I thought I should remember then, the English Revolutionary times,

Of Cromwell's thuggish Army and their many, many crimes,

For, in fear this Royalist town might rise up once again, they pulverised and pounded all that was around,

The Castle and many Churches razed, smashed into the ground.

St Peter's Church which was badly damaged by Cromwell.

And I thought next time I wander, along the River Thames Pathway

I`d repeat much of this routeway but adding other aspects to my day.

To learn more of our towns great history and natural beauty too

And, if I continue then so to do, then all will be, just as I thought....

Wallingford on Thames - A tribute.

By

Chris Green 

Besparmak Media Services