We Were the Dead

inspired by this poem In Flanders Fields,
written by Major John McCrae, May 1915, WWI

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
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.

We Were the Dead

we were the dead
we’ve returned to be
an expansion of consciousness
we can see

we see the emergence
away from war
a continuous journey
from the pain we bore

blessed are those
who caught the torch
caring for all with love exports

n’er be the conclusion
of the conflict we see
until in our hearts
we totally be


gagi     11/11/15    Remembrance Day