Walking away is not an option... dialogue must prevail.

"A good listener tries to understand what the other person is saying. In the end he may disagree sharply, but because he disagrees, he wants to know exactly what it is he is disagreeing with."
- Kenneth A. Wells

"I do not want the peace that passeth understanding. I want the understanding which bringeth peace."
- Helen Keller

Thursday, November 11, 2010

we will remember them....

Coming so close on the heels of the Blog Blast for Peace, we turn our hearts to those who might have been saved had humanity managed to find that peace that allows for understanding...

I'll wrap myself in my daddy's legion sweater on this solemn day (as I did last year) and be thankful he fell ill and was released from active duty without having to have seen the horrors of war from the inside of a Canadian Armed Forces tank in WWII as that was his path during training.

I repost this, a poem I wrote some years back, as has become custom in my Remembrance Day posts.




I cry…


For the men and women who died, fighting for our Nation, for my freedom and the freedom of others…

For the mothers and fathers who have lost their sons and daughters in the fight for Peace…
For the men and women who have lost their soul mate…
For the children, those who are left behind… and those who shall never come to be…
For the friends who are left with only memories…
For those who have no PEACE…
For those who forget what makes the sacrifice so meaningful...
For those who miss so many important moments of everyday life because they are fighting for justice... the first step, the first tooth, the first goal, the first school play…
For my country, for we have lost so many fine Canadians…
For those who died alone... and for those who are buried so far from home...
For those who confuse their opinions on war and the respect and appreciation owed for the sacrifice of our soldiers...
For those who have lost their brothers and sisters in arms and parts of themselves...
For those who will not take the time to remember…




For my father who gave me life and unconditional love... for him I shall work for Peace


Daddy is on the far left


The Ode of Remembrance

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
Lest we forget.


9 comments:

Akelamalu said...

LEST WE FORGET

Charles Gramlich said...

A wonderful tribute.

Ron said...

"For my father who gave me life and unconditional love... for him I shall work for Peace."

Beautiful poem, my friend.

And a flawless tribute.

(((( Anndi )))

X

P.S. loved the video.

Annelisa said...

It makes me so sad to think of all those who have died in war. All those who, because we haven't yet achieved peace, died trying to achieve it.

One day, Anndi. One day...

Coco said...

Hugs and happy thoughts to you, sweetie!

Desert Songbird said...

You know, it's a very humbling feeling to know that others have died so that I can live in freedom. It's the very least I can do to remember them and pray for the safety of others.

My daughter informed me yesterday that at the end of this semester, in fact, in just a few weeks, a girl with whom she marched on the football team with the band is heading to another field....the US Marine Corps bootcamp field. I'm humbled that a young 18-year-old girl can step from the fun and frivolity of the marching band field and march for freedom. Amazing. And humbling.

Coco said...

Merry Christmas Anndi sweetie. Hope your day is filled with happiness and sweet thoughts. *hugs*

Michelle said...

oh man, another post that made me cry. :-( Beautiful touching post.

Adding my prayers for peace.

and a hug

goodnightgram said...

Hello! Thanks for your peace post. I'm a good deal older than you are, but I no who Ozzy is and I was touched by your words and photo of your dad. Peace to you.