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In Flanders fields the poppies grow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place, and in the sky,

The larks, still bravely singing, fly,

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high!

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

 by John McCrae

 

 

On this significant day, 11.11.11.

We remember all those who stood strong for our freedom.

We are thankful.

In the silence of remembering and respect.

Hear another Freedom given for you.

In the chaos of your world, your mind, your body,

Hear another Freedom.

A new Freedom.

Jesus, Give us ears to hear and eyes to see the Freedom you have given for us all.

Amen.