I’m still feeling pretty yucky – am not much better – and have a doctor’s appointment about noon, so haven’t had time to prepare today’s interview for you. Instead I’m offering you something very serious and poignant to think about.
This is a poem I wrote years ago and have used in several important positive ways over the years when I was in college and beyond. It is about the fallen in war. Those who serve and lose their lives and what that means to the world – to their world and to ours. The godly men among us who fight our battles and defend us so that we might be free.
I wrote it about World War II and the Vietnam war, but it applies still, and especially so today. So leave your thoughts about what the poem conveys to you and how you feel about all of the young men who are serving the U. S. in the military today.
[As an aside, interestingly enough my "fruits of the Spirit" word for today is "Peace," which this poem strongly supports. Dee]
BRITTLE WEEDS
Brittle weeds
Stiff in the sun.
Shaking in the wind
With a rattle
That has the sound
Of dead men’s bones.
The war is gone.
Left alone
Are the weeds -
Brittle weeds
On graves in the sun.
Left undone
Are the acts
Of men who died
Alone
Before their time.
The kind and loving acts
They would have done
When they came home.
The fatherly acts
For children yet unborn.
The brotherly acts
For neighbors still in need.
The godly acts
For those in search of God.
Left undone
By men who died –
Who fell on
Brittle weeds.
Dee Ann Andrews, circa 1976
~In tribute to the fallen of our country.~
that is a very touching poem, thank you, for sharing with us!
hope ya get to feeling better!
huggs!
One of my best friends just lost her brother in Iraq last Friday. I have been feeling very sad for his wife and two girls, for his sister and brothers, for his mother, for the church, all who will miss him terribly. A LOT of good would have to come out of his death to make up for the good he won’t be doing in his life now. That’s the kind of guy he was.