Remembrances





What is it that we should remember?
Not a blanket patriotic blurb.
A common humanity. A day of souls.
A day of unselfish acts.
A day to mark our consciences, whether we fight or not.
A day of measuring regret.
It should connect us, this experience of human life.
The severance is what breaks us.
However war comes, it breaks us.






Comments

  1. The Cranky11 November 2014 at 12:29

    But in remembering we are at least broken together.

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  2. Heather Robinson11 November 2014 at 15:21

    So true and so simply yet perfectly put. Thank you Lisa.

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  3. Dixie@dcrelief11 November 2014 at 16:22

    That is very true and sad.

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  4. Geo.12 November 2014 at 00:21

    A valuable and poignant meditation, Lisa. Thank you.

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  5. Lisa Southard12 November 2014 at 14:08

    Thank you all for lovely comments, as ever: I think a toast to peace and mending is in order xx

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  6. Cherdo13 November 2014 at 14:19

    Wow, this is a lovely post, Lisa.

    Every word - elegant.

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