Monument By Crater Road

Sitting in our family van, waiting on my husband at the mechanics, in a city with bad memories involving craters, tunnels and noble dead soldiers, I chose to lift my eyes.

I saw not mountains but tree tops — city pines determinedly spreading their boughs and asserting their presence over the trash-filled underbrush of roadside lots. Crowded together amidst the pollution and neglected crush of aged urban habitation, they stood. The darkness of their trunks, mixed with the indistinct brown of their lower dying branches, in dreary confederacy with the gray of arid asphalt and old concrete, connoted burnt remains.

But half-way up those time scarred trunks, what vibrant courage held my gaze! Healthy, verdant branches, like 5,500 arms holding aloft, from earth’s offal strewn on broken pavements, bustled skirts in forest-green needles rose.

Their elegant motion swept my eyes up to their tippy tops, reminding me of days of my childhood when gazing out of my aunt’s bedroom window at dawn, I thought I caught the first zephyrs of morning as they stirred the highest leaves of the ackee trees overhanging the side yard. I grew to love that time of day, to love the promise of life at the top of the tallest trees at dawn – the apices of morning.

The resolve and dignity of those city pines, Phoenix-like in their location and liberated stance, against corrupted natures’ claims, inspired.

The truth and nostalgia they evoked, in union with hope and gratitude, held my gaze and demanded a true-blue offering, born of sweeter memories, to the noble dead I was tempted to forget. So hilt and blade saluting, in the crater city, I wrote:

(Monument by Crater Road)

Vibrant Fingers

Reaching high

Needles pointing

To the sky

Tracing rainbows

Cupping rain

Catch the dawn-light’s

Golden stain

Glorious tree tops

Tender leaves

Gently shiver

Touched by breeze

Stirred by passing

Of His train

Cheer night’s yielding

To His reign

Keep unsheathing

Heaven’s Knife

Pierce the heart

Release the life.


Denise Stair-Armstrong



Historical Note:  The “Battle of the Crater”, as it has become known, occurred in Petersburg, Virginia on July 30, 1864.  It took place towards the end of the American Civil War and was a failed effort by Union soldiers from the North to end the siege of Petersburg.  5,500 Union soldiers died in this battle.

Author: Denise S. Armstrong

I am Denise Stair Armstrong - worshipper. My purpose is to glorify God by enjoying Him in all of His Creation, among His People, His Bride, the Church; accentuating His glorious Bridge of reconciliation — the Cross of Jesus Christ — through words laced with His Truth, and cast abroad in the world He loves, and died and lives again to save. I was born and raised Jamaican, where I also received my formal education at Shortwood Teachers' College and the University of the West Indies, specializing in English Language & Literatures in English. The remainder of my education was gained by homeschooling our three wonderful children (Joseph, Charis, and Timothy) and parenting them with my husband Claude. My passion is worship expressed primarily through writing inspirational pieces that urge readers not to miss how much the Lord has "cramm'd earth with heaven", to quote Elizabeth Barrett Browning. My heart is to encourage community, in the best sense of the word, through exalting the cross of Calvary. I enjoy reading, writing, cooking, gardening, theatre and ballroom dancing (only with Claude!) and digging into the Word of God.

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