Friday, November 14, 2008
Daughters of U.S. War Veterans
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Our Voices...
...And there we gazed as little girls with eyes which could not weep...then we were told we had been fathered by war soldiers we could not keep.
Tom Greening, Ph.D. "Give Us a Voice"
Written during the National Cathedral Service
September 14, 2001
Give us a voice
whose song can rise
with hope above the groans.
Give us an organ
whose pipes can send its chords
loud above the din.
Give us fresh flowers
to cover too fresh dirt
on too many graves.
Give us the tears
to wash our blinded eyes
and soothe the searing pain.
Give us the sight
to look beyond debris
and see a better world.
Give us some words
to speak from deep within
and reach the gods.
Give us the ears
and open them wide
to hear the response.
Then give us the sense
and minds open enough
to learn what we must know.
Give us the feet
to stand firm
when the earth quakes.
Give us the legs to climb out of the dark valley
to a higher place.
And give us the heart
with strong and steady beats
to pump the blood of love.
September 14, 2001
Give us a voice
whose song can rise
with hope above the groans.
Give us an organ
whose pipes can send its chords
loud above the din.
Give us fresh flowers
to cover too fresh dirt
on too many graves.
Give us the tears
to wash our blinded eyes
and soothe the searing pain.
Give us the sight
to look beyond debris
and see a better world.
Give us some words
to speak from deep within
and reach the gods.
Give us the ears
and open them wide
to hear the response.
Then give us the sense
and minds open enough
to learn what we must know.
Give us the feet
to stand firm
when the earth quakes.
Give us the legs to climb out of the dark valley
to a higher place.
And give us the heart
with strong and steady beats
to pump the blood of love.
