To Remember is to Imagine

To remember is to imagine 
a mother washing 
her soldier boy’s clothes
making sure he hasn’t 
forgotten anything
as he packs
to go.

To remember is to imagine
a father pulling
his son into a man hug,
swiping his tears
before he steps onto 
the train
that takes him
away.

To remember is to imagine 
letters that shatter 
lives,
names on lists,
unwanted visits from men
in uniform
living in a constant state
of dread, waiting,
waiting for word
from those 
who went.

Was it a stronger constitution 
that motivated people
to make such life-altering 
sacrifices?
To give up everything
including their 
very lifeblood 
for strangers?
To fight a war that had 
no direct bearing
on them?
Or did they see
freedom for others
as freedom 
for all?

I once visited a death camp 
where the sky wept 
puddles of tears, 
where dying had become 
normative, 
etched into the very stones
where people became 
experiments 
instead of souls 
the undesired 
at the mercy of monsters.

And in this place of darkness,
evil, hate, and fear
where stories cry out to be heard
to be remembered
not forgotten,
redemption 
finds its way
as flowers grow and
moss creeps in where
angry boots once 
trampled.


Never again! We say 
never again can we 
endure such horrific 
atrocities,
allowing animosity to grow 
into hatred that deems
human life as 
refuse
discarded 
at the will of those in 
command. 

With these things in mind
we pause to 
remember; 
Remember the sacrifice made
to stop hatred, 
pushing it back to it’s 
eventual defeat
for war is fueled
by hatred and pride,
selfish ambition and
greed.

We remember with gratitude
and stand in solidarity 
for freedom from
tyranny,
freedom from those
who seek power for
themselves at the
cost of our 
freedoms.

We will remember 
And tell the stories to
our children,
so that the horror 
of the sacrifice does not lose 
its impact.


And in remembering how high
the price 
we will not forget.
For if we forget, we are 
in danger of repeating
the very thing 
we abhor.
If we forget, we are
in danger of losing
the very thing that was 
so hard won.
Our freedom.

God keep our land glorious and free!




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