A Silent Key

A Silent Key is only silent
here upon this earthly land
for though the mic grows quiet now,
their call is still in God’s own hand.

When they cross that Great Divide,
no signal ever fades away;
the clicking carries onward still,
in skies that never end their day.

Their voice is in the whispering wind,
their laughter in the summer rain
their call sign lives in memory’s log,
engraved in love, not marked by pain.

So though we say SK today,
we do not say goodbye
for every faithful operator
still calls out in the by and by.

A Silent Key is only silent
in the time our eyes can see;
but in the realms beyond our reach,
their signal sings eternally.

73’s My Friend

MarkWaldrop KE4WA