Remembrance Day is tricky
There are those who fought in service of their countries We pray for them And there are those who as conscientious objectors did not and stood for peace And we pray for them There are those who lived through and died in combat And those who lived and died imprisoned by their own countries We pray for them We wear poppies red poppies and white poppies knowing we need to remember But to remember what? Heroism and loss and death and judgement and hope and quietly just carrying on through the destruction to keep families and communities alive And mostly to remember peace And to mourn our inability to keep it And to look into our own hearts and heal our wounds To heal our greed and our fear of difference and our sense of being right and our belief that we know what’s best for everyone We pray That we learn to pause And to breath And to connect to the peace of Christ To learn to be in companionable conflict with each other Our families and communities Because if we cannot talk about the things we disagree about with those we love and care about we will not know how to talk to people who look different and speak differently and see the world through a different lens And we will never learn that perhaps they have something to teach us We remember that everything is created twice The first when it is envisioned and the second when it is made real So we pray that what we envision is God’s kingdom That we see ourselves as agents of peace in every aspect of our lives That we envision a love that both holds the other And holds each other accountable, With compassion and kindness, as we walk this journey together Remembrance Day is tricky because we boldly remember the ways we have failed Then boldly lay that aside like yesterday’s wilted wreath Honouring each piece as we take it apart And, taking the seeds from the dying poppies, plant a garden Plant a garden Today we remember and we pray We remember the past so we can join God in co-creating our future We remember the past because our story emerges from these stories We remember the past and remember that We live the kingdom of God Or we don’t Lest we forget ~ Kimiko Karpoff, November 11, 2017
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Gwen
11/15/2017 12:10:04 pm
Thank you, Kimiko.
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11/2/2018 12:49:33 am
What a beautiful poem about remembering our history! Many people tend to forget their past because of unfortunate experiences. This is okay as long as you are only leaving behind memories that are painful for you. Never forget the things in your past that are part of your growth. These things will always be with you because they make up who you are. These moments are the ones that will define your identity and will set you aside from other people.
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Judith Moody
7/31/2018 10:49:51 am
Sp true.
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Barbara
11/10/2018 04:28:06 pm
Thanks Kimiko. You express so well the complexity of conflicted emotions
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Chelsea
11/9/2019 07:33:01 pm
What a powerful poem. Kimiko, thank you.
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