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Stones Help Us To Remember

italker — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 00:41:05 +0000

As we approach this time of Remembrance I’d like to encourage you if your reading the blog to take a moment and engage with our Sanctuary First Theme this month. I was at the service on Sunday evening and it was absolutely brilliant. The team made a first class job of the theme. It really is worth taking the time to engage with it. I hope to use some of the material this week in various situations.

Take a moment and click here to enjoy our labyrinth service.

Remembrance Sunday

italker — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 19:40:40 +0000

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Cold damp November Sunday morning
Boots and berries
Top and toe,
comrades who once fought a common foe.
They march in solidarity to remember
what they have tried to forget.
Its sixty five years for some
since the guns fell silent.
For others the guns still pound
in their heads and in their hands
Their wounds are still fresh
Flesh and blood bind them together
Like brothers and sisters
in each others arms
They love
They fight
They give themselves to each other
To protect the other
Actions speak louder than guns
In the face of struggle
They act as one
No one turns back
All have placed their life on the line

Cold damp November Sunday morning
bodies lie limp and useless
Under a warm downie
They sleep
They rest
They snore
they dream
They can’t forget
They won’t remember
They’ve closed their eyes
And in their sleep
They become
The silent majority
Who stand for nothing
And fall for anything
Who turn their head
And ignore
The plight of a Mandela
Or a Suu Kyi
Or a soldier in the crossfire
Cold damp November Sunday
Just two minutes
Too busy
Too late
To Remember

Sticks and Stones

italker — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:52:04 +0000

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This Season of Remembrance draws from all of us a sense admiration and gratitude but also a great sense of sadness and disappointment. Its overwhelming as we consider that so many innocent people are the causalities of war. Its not just the soldiers and the immediate civillians caught in the crossfire. Its not just the people who have lost limbs Its literally thousands upon thousands of people whose potential has been ruined or snuffed out and who live their lives a shadow of what they could or might have been.

STICKS AND STONES

Sticks and stones

And broken bones

And terrorists and mobile phones

And babies cry alone

Children play

And mothers pray

Their children will be suicide bombers

Its a strange world

We live in desperate times

The lines of right and wrong

Have all been redrawn

And suicide means – taking sides

For some its just another day

To hide To pretend

To say, “Its gonna be alright”

Knowing nothings right

And never will be

Till the guns stop

And soldiers go home

And poppies fall

In Albert Hall

And all around is silent

No one speaks a word.