THE POET'S CORNER ARCHIVES

MEMORIAL DAY

"Lest we forget." We say it so lightly,

Of the casualties given on Evening News nightly.

"How many was that?" someone asks the next day.

We just can't remember, and go on our way.

God forgive this dishonor, it's Memorial Day.

War leaders give their varying views,

Still American blood spills in varying hues.

A life oozing slowly into hot desert sand,

Of Moms and Dads, Sisters, Brothers, in a far off land.

The names soon escape us and we go on our way.

God forgive this dishonor, it's Memorial Day.

How many died when the Towers collapsed?

We just can't recall. Our memory has lapsed.

At least the date is etched in our brain;

But, "What year was that?" is a constant refrain.

We just can't remember, and go on our way.

God forgive this dishonor, it's Memorial Day.

A plane crashes down in a field in P.A.

Another nearly blows the Pentagon away.

"Let's roll!" said the passengers

Who brought down the plane.

The White House was saved;

And, their sacrifice was plain.

Just who, escapes us; their names we can't say.

God forgive this dishonor, it's Memorial Day.

These are not just numbers; but, a soul for each one.

What a blessing if each to our Savior was won.

Did we Christians remember our mission's priority,

To give out the Gospel in supreme clarity?

Or, did we forget, and go on our way?

God forgive this dishonor, it's Memorial Day.

There's no greater love than to die for a friend.

"God so loved the world," with a love without end.

Christ's death on the cross

Paid the sin debt of the world,

"For by grace are ye saved,"

Reads His banner unfurled.

Let's remember to tell each one on our way;

And God will crown us with honor on His Memorial Day!