It is not so much that we remember them
Or stand in church and sing and think and pray
Our eyes cast down. But rather it is they
Who speak to us. Even the scarlet emblem
Is ours alone. A light to guide our way,
Not to bring them sympathy or sadness –
They have no use of these. Gladness,
Victory and life was theirs. Dying, they say –
Life is in you. Go and live. Not sinless,
Not without sickness, suffering, bitter tears.
Bring to life the desire to live. Be heedless
Of death’s sweet allure. The years
Are too soon gone. Therefore be tireless
In being glad. In living without fears.