Sunday, November 11, 2012

Heroes Unaware

Heroes Unaware

I first saw him on a park bench
I've seen him every day
Sitting in a shady grove
Where my children come to play.

Some days he feeds the birds and squirrels
Or whittles little toys
Sometimes he just sits and smiles
At the laughing boys and girls.

And I never paid him any mind
'Till one day just this year
I noticed that he wore a frown
And on his cheek....
A tear.

Well, I asked him why he seemed so down
He looked up, began to say
I lost half my friends
60 years ago today.

He told me of the terror
As he fought to reach dry land
By the time the beach head was secure
Half his friends lay in the sand.

That was just in one long day
He fought on for 4 years more
And the 60 years from then 'till now
Had not dimmed his sights of war.

He said they have reunions
Just to keep in touch and share
And for each comrade that has gone on
They leave an empty chair.

Well, his park bench has been empty now
About 6 months or so
And if I had never took the time
Then I never would've known.

That sitting on that simple bench
With bread crumbs and little toys
Was a man who gave his all
To guarantee my daily joys.

So give thanks to all the men and women
Who are still here or gone before
And made the highest sacrifice
In both peace time and in war.

Because they bought our freedom
Paid their own blood sweat and tears
Then endured the heartache of those empty chairs
For all of these years.

So please do not ignore them
Or speed by without a care
'Cause you never know
When you might pass by...
A Hero Unaware!

~By Mark Knight
22 June 2000


I came across this poem several years ago and posted it here on Moodscapes. It just seemed to fit perfectly with giving tribute to our veterans. I thought it was time to post it again, because the sentiment is far to beautiful to forget. I want to say thank you to all those veterans past and present who have sacrificed for me to live in a world of freedom. 

May God Bless You and Hold You in the Palm of His Hand....

Sunday, November 4, 2012

"Dona Nobis Pacem"

Prayer of Saint Francis

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.

O, Divine Master, 
grant that I may not seek 
to be consoled, as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
it is in dying that we are born again
to eternal life.

May you be blessed with Peace and Love....

"Dona Nobis Pacem 2"

Imagine being able to hold Peace in the palm of your hand.... Imagine being able to pass it along with just a simple handshake.... Wait!!! Why must we imagine, when it can be done. With just a touch, Peace can indeed be passed along.

Have a Peace filled day my friends.