Thank you, Scott. I would like to use this occasion to present a poem
for Memorial Day. I wrote this several years ago, but in view of
recent events, it seems more appropriate now than it was then.
THE WAYS OF PEACE (A Tribute to Those Who Gave All)
Some of us lived to tell the tales of war,
Some gave our labor to let freedom ring,
Some merely hung a flag beside a door,
And some gave everything.
We shall go down the windless path of peace
With heads held high, and bold, untroubled eyes.
Our mission is accomplished. We release
The white doves of our spirits to the skies.
The things that seemed so urgent once now pass
Unnoticed, all the chaos and the strain,
Like dim reflections in a distant glass:
The weariness, the terror, and the pain.
And we shall know no sadness of regret,
No yearning back of unfulfilled desires.
No futile struggle, weariness nor fret,
Only the solemn hush of sinking fires.
We died for love and hate, for faith and fears:
For love of open space, and hate of chains,
For love of laughter and for hate of tears.
The hate has left us. But the love remains.
We shall go down the still, unshadowed ways
With quiet hearts; all strife and toil shall cease.
Beyond the reach of earthly blame or praise,
Untroubled, we shall tread the ways of peace.
~pinkfreud |