AND STILL WE MOURN

Staccato explosions drift

Into the oblivion

Of dark November evening.

Bonfire Night dies, yet once again

Evoking memories of long past times

When guns fell silent

And a spark of Hope for a lasting Peace

Was rekindled in the hearts

Of a world drowned in Loss and Sorrow.

Throughout the intervening years

Of our ever-changing world,

Many have worked assiduously

To keep the flame of Remembrance

Alight and relevant,

So that we never forget all who died

In past and present conflicts.

This year, as the two minutes’ silence

Is observed around the world,

Poignant memories, some long stored,

Will re-emerge.

Tears will fall and prayers from trembling lips

Will rise in supplication

For the lasting Justice and Peace

That so many died, and are still dying, for.

From our resident poet