Saturday, November 10, 2012

Campaign For Peace

At my school, in preparation for remembrance day, we decided to initiate a week long 'campaign for peace.'  We started off with one of our teachers going around the school at lunch time, and snapping pictures of students making a peace sign, and then uploading them on our website.  (My friend and I made it... that's where I got the picture from.)

Then, on Friday, everyone in the school was encouraged to wear a white shirt, or white pants; emphasizing our commitment to peace.

Our remembrance day ceremony was quite emotional, and we were confronted a lot with the question, "what does peace mean to you?"

So, I encourage everyone this rememberance day to think about what peace means to you.  I'm going to be blogging about what I've come up with next week sometime.

The following poem is one that one of our drama classes performed at the ceremony, and I find it to be a very moving poem that I thought I'd share.  The performance done by the class was breath taking, and moved a lot of us to tears; including me.


The Final Inspection
The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his soldiers and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

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