September Prayer for Dispatchers

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