There are few pleasures greater than waking up knowing that you have nothing to do. Lying in a cosy bed, slowly blinking the fog of night away as a stray sunbeam peeks through the curtains. Day offs are a marvellous creation.
However some day offs come with a price. Remembrance Day is a day to remember all those who fought for our country and those who laid down their lives for the freedoms we enjoy. It can be a sober day, but a joyful day. We hear the stories of those who fell and of those who lived through it to see the changes they helped bring about.
My great-great uncle Nicholas Peters fought for Canada in World War II. Unfortunately his plane was shot down only a days before the war was to end. He was a poet and I would like to share one of his poems with you. It’s titled, The Wars We Make.
I gaze into the world with sorrowing eyes
And see the wide-abounding fruits of hate.
We fight, we say, for peace, and find
The wars we make
To be a spring of hate and source of future war.
Is there no peace for man?
No hope that this accursed flow
Of blood may cease?
Is this our destiny: to kill and maim
Or is the ‘peace’ we strive to gain
A thin, unholy masquerade
Which, when our pride, our greed, our gain is touched too far,
Is shed, and stands uncovered, what we are?
Show me your light, O God
That I may fight for peace with peace
And not with war;
To prove my love with love,
And hate no more!