Memorial Day

This holiday originated as an occasion for remembering. It is the least we can do — for ourselves as much as for others.

The Scripture

Psalm 113
New Revised Standard Version

Praise the Lord! Praise, O servants of the Lord; praise the name of the Lord.

Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time on and forevermore.

From the rising of the sun to its setting the name of the Lord is to be praised.

The Lord is high above all nations, and his glory above the heavens.

Who is like the Lord our God, who is seated on high, who looks far down on the heavens and the earth?

He raises the poor from the dust, and lifts the needy from the ash heap, to make them sit with princes, with the princes of his people.

He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children.

Praise the Lord!

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Reflection by Deborah Beach Giordano
May 29, 2017

On Memorial Day

The earth sings to the Beloved:
a mournful hymn
for those who have died
on its countless battlefields:

“Too soon, too many,
our children sleep
within my breast;
their bodies still,
their voices silent,
their families bereft;
their blood cries out
within me.
Give them Your peace.”

The nation sings to the Beloved:
a mournful hymn
for those who have died
on its countless battlefields:

“Bless, O God, bless
those who went forth
not in love of violence,
but in pursuit of peace,
to protect, to serve,
to defend,
and ultimately,
to give their lives.

“Bless, O God, bless
those who carried the burden
of our country’s commitments
to the last measure;
who offered themselves
in our stead,
who bled
and suffered
and died.
Give them Your peace.”

The dead sing to the Beloved:
the mournful hymn
of those who have died
on the countless battlefields:

“Bless, O God, bless
our families and friends,
comfort their hearts,
strengthen their resolve,
for they, too,
have made their sacrifice.
Give them Your peace.

“Bless, O God, bless
our brothers
and sisters
who lingered for months
and years,
under siege
from an implacable enemy
within;
slowly dying
from invisible wounds.
Give them Your peace.”

And we, who remember,
sing to the Beloved:
a mournful hymn:

“Bless, O God, bless
those who have lost their lives
on the earth’s countless battlefields;
and bless us, Beloved,
with clear understanding
of what we all have lost
and who bears the cost
when our nation goes to war.
Help us to earn Your peace.”

Amen.

   

Virtual hugs and real-time blessings,

Deborah 

Suggested Spiritual Exercise

Remember.