Memorial Day, a few moments
dedicated to the dead, those who fell,
long before their natural closing hour.
Far too many have fallen,
many for the sake of the survivors,
all for concepts too oft forgotten.
Now it’s the duty of the living
to remember the departed,
to feel blessed by their farewell gift.
Beyond mere words, we can honor them
by nurturing their families,
by caring for their comrades,
by cherishing their memories.
Our most useful, worthy, loving duty
is to never forget,
despite war continuing fresh upon us,
even as the nation seeks to heal,
steadfastly striving for peace,
never overlooking the gifts of the fallen.
I know who they were,
every sister, every brother,
mortars for breakfast, rockets at lunchtime,
rifle fire by dinner, artillery around nine.
Due to them, I am strong,
because of them, I belong,
owing to their courageous soul,
I am left complete and whole.
We breathed the same air,
shared the same care,
fought in the same place.
Thanks to them, I continue,
with dreams of love,
with tools of hope,
with weapons of Grace.
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