A Dispatcher's Prayer
From those of us behind the mic
who never really see the sights
We give to you the honor
and respect you so deserve,
With hope of being comrades
and seen for what we're worth.
I'm not on the accident scene
to see the blood and gore,
I see the answers in your eyes
when you walk in the door.
I need not ask you questions,
the answers matter not.
All I can do is offer coffee,
yes, it's fresh and hot.
I'll talk with you and keep it light
and laugh at your bad jokes.
Don't think for a minute
that I don't really know
the battle raging in your mind
that humor covers...but your face belies.
I cannot stop the bullet
from the loaded gun
Nor light the darkened alley
through which you must run.
I cannot ward off the blows
you may suffer in a fight
Nor give you back the rest
you lose on sleepless nights.
I can make sure you have the facts
and face your call prepared.
I can make sure you're not alone
and get your backup there.
I can keep for you an efficient log
to make your report complete.
Most of all, I can pray for you
each night before I sleep.
Dear God...Please keep my guys safe
and lead them through the night.
Don't let them fall from snipers bullets
nor bleed from stabbing knives.
Save them from the drunk that drives
as they patrol our roads.
Return them safely to their wives
and let them always know...
Those of us behind the mic
worry night and day.
They are the reason
that I kneel to pray.
Lesia Andera
