I just received this from an American friend and just had to share it with you on this day of Remembrance -
“A
different war, but a female poet; I thought that you might enjoy this.” Mary, 6th June 2014
VICTORY
Somewhere in France he is sleeping
Under sacred Normandy's moon
Our hero whose flower of manhood
Was shipped off for heaven last
June.
There in the green of the
hillside
They laid him beside his men;
Nothing shall shatter his slumber
No one shall hurt him again.
Winds sigh the chant of his
requiem
Moonlight illumines his cross;
Soft helpless rain like our
teardrops
Echoes the pain of his loss.
Yet his is the truest triumph,
Death brings the perfect peace.
The living will always be
militant
Till life and its struggles
cease.
By: Sister Marcella of the
Sisters of Mary, Binghampton, NY 1945
