Mighty Thunder is proud to present this beautiful little poem by Eileen Mahoney… to remember all those fallen warriors “lost at sea” and “body not recovered.” No marker. To lie alone far from the hallowed ground of Arlington in the company of brothers-in-arms passed on. Alone in the deep. Forever. Not to be forgotten. Ever….  

In Waters Deep

In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
Their young hearts sleep… beneath the wave…
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.

‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. “He’s there.”
But you can to the ocean go…
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride…
In and out… with every tide.

And when your span of life is passed,
He’ll meet you at the “Captain’s Mast.”
And they who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who’ll come home no more,
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas…

For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived… they chose the sea…

©Copyright October 11, 2001 by Eileen Mahoney