Today is Remembrance Sunday, and I woke up this morning with a few words of rhyme in my mind, so have put these on paper. It’s not terribly sophisitcated, but I think sums up how I feel.
Called to raise a sword,
To serve with all his might
To defend his home, and family;
To protect their lands and rights
Defending freedoms to work and play,
To worship as they choose
He, and countless others,
Went forth – their lives to lose
Heroes we call them, and rightly so,
For gallantly they fought
To children in schools to this day,
Their sacrifice is taught
But what of their families – their loved ones –
Who lost a son that day;
Brother, husband, or father;
With whom children could now not play
They too had wounds from the war;
Their battle scars unseen
When remembering their heroes they now would think;
“If only”, “What might have been?”
They too had given sacrifice
For family they had lost;
Their cries piercing the heavens;
Their tears the terrible cost
Would there be a day when once again
Their loved ones they would see?
Husband and wife, father and child,
Reunited would they be?
Would wounds from swords or guns
Or emotional scars untold,
Remain forever, or would relief
Come to each and every soul?
Another sacrifice was made
So many years ago,
Given by the Son of God
That cost we cannot know
On a hillside garden it began,
With blood from every pore.
His suffering we cannot imagine
But the pain He did endure.
Then to another hillside
Upon a cross He hung,
And suffered yet again until
His Father’s work was done
The anguish borne by His mother
And others who loved Him,
Turned all their world to darkness;
Their grief had made life dim
But three days more, on Easter morn
The tomb’s stone rolled away,
A resurrected Christ appeared
Bringing light to a brand new day
For never more would grief prevail
Nor death her captives hold.
The greatest sacrifice of all
Would now fore’er be told.
Our hero soldier whose life was lost,
Child and widow left alone,
Can live with them again one day
Christ’s mission has atoned.
Our mortal spheres, though filled with grief
Will not stay this way,
For He who suffered for all mankind
Will wipe our tears away.
I'm a 50-something bloke who lives in the northern hills of England. I write fiction (mostly fantasy), blog about religion and work in book publishing after a career in healthcare.
November 10, 2013 at 10:29 pm
Well done Jeff!
Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 15:31:42 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org