Hail Brave hearts
We stand on guard for thee.
Those words ring true at this hour, the 11th month, the 11th day, the 11 hour. Truce, amnesty, no more war. Relief, relax, go home. Home, to where the heart is. Home, to safety, security, loved ones. Home to your peace. You fought the great fight, for this great land. It still belongs to us. To us in democracy. To build, to repair, live in the freedoms that we believe in. To choose a path for ourselves that we believe is right. To hold onto the dreams of our own destiny.
This is the fight that we fight for. This is the brotherhood that we share. These are the laws that we live by. Peace to you and to yours.
Wars cause great sacrifice, madness and despair. Worlds of devastation, at enormous loss to repair. The people, the buildings, the environment, the Earth. All of this perishes from battles, sometimes beyond repair. The scope and the magnitude of tragedy and loss, from something so evil it brings us nothing but pain. Pain for our lives lost to suffering so severe, pain to the planet as it strives to repair itself. Build it all up, tear it all down, tear it all down, build it all up. Battle upon battle, upon battle, upon battle some more. More to live for, more to fight for, more to loose lives for. War upon war upon war.
Is the end in sight, for this great human race, who brags about brilliance and exceeding all others? A creation so strong, they reinvent themselves and conquer the mysteries of the great planet and the universe. Is there a time for peace in this planetary war, of fighting for space in a such a small, finite place? With all of the hardships that war brings to us, the costs are exorbitant. Costly in human lives and costly in planetary life. All of this, just for us.
Radioactive soils, radioactive air. Pollution from bombing, so much so, that the day turns to night. Fires, smoke, gasses, destruction. All of our efforts to live, pass with these massive efforts of death. Destroy it all! Ruin the world. Human death, human sacrifice and kill all of the surroundings. No more farming, no more forest, the water is undrinkable, the air is too difficult to breathe. The mounting sacrifice of human despair. The planetary costs as well are sometimes beyond repair. The expectation is too high, that the world will heal itself. Maybe. Not all wounds heal. Some fester, some swell, some are infected and some kill. To assume that the war, will end without catastrophe, is naive,at best. War is catastrophe. All of our efforts to be human and humane, could perish with a war, if the planet doesn’t regain itself.
Peace to you, on this day of remembering. Put the dark side away, light the torch of light. Walk a lawful path. Live well oh brave hearts. Life is calling you.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
November 11, 2018