Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Veteran's Day

May we forever remember those who fought and gave their lives so that we may remain free and pray for those across the oceans who are fighting for our freedoms today. May the Goddess bless you all.

I wanted to share a little something with you. Margaret Sangster is one of my favorite poets, but I have to warn you ahead of time....This is a real tear-jerker, but it says so much about those who fought and gave their lives for us.

When War Came

War came, one day, and drew us close together.

Although it swept us many miles apart;

The love that lay as lightly as a feather,

Now rests, a precious weight, upon my heart.

And all the dreams I dreamed for just the dreaming,

Have taken on a meaning that is new;

And somehow all the lonely world is seeming

To cry aloud my aching need of you.

Because you were so much a part of living,

Like sunshine and the freshness of the air,

The priceless gift of faith that you were giving,

Seemed small to me. Scarce knowing you were there

I took your heart-strings in my careless fingers,

And played a song as light as summer dew,

And yet, today, its wistful echo lingers

And fills an empty world with thoughts of you.

I did not think that I would ever miss you,

I did not dream the time would ever come to be

When I would long to touch your hand--to kiss you

To hear your voice say tender words to me.

I did not know that I would wonder whether

My head would rest, once more against your heart....

War came, my dear, and swept us close together,

Although it swept us many miles apart.

(By Margaret Elizabeth Sangster 1838-1912)


  1. thank you for your words as well as the poem... they are so true.

  2. Thank you for remembering, on this Veteran's Day.

  3. I'm late in commenting the previous. But as you know, I had computer *issues* yesterday. Eeeeek!

    Ahhh yes, we "The Sisterhood Of The Very Computer Info Challenged," hu? Perhaps we should formally unite? Nahhhhhh, what good would that do, hu? All we'd be doing there, would be "crying in our beer"... [Or whatever our choice of beverage may be]

    Just as long as we keep learning to tread softly, and call a son! ,-)