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Cynthia Jean May 2016
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."

John McCrae
During World War I, a Canadian Expeditionary gunner and medical officer, John McCrae, fought in the Second Battle of Ypres near Flanders, Belgium.

Describing the battle as a "nightmare," as the enemy made one of the first chlorine gas attacks, John McCrae wrote:

"For seventeen days and seventeen nights none of us have had our clothes off, nor our boots even, except occasionally. In all that time while I was awake, gunfire and rifle fire never ceased for sixty seconds...

And behind it all was the constant background of the sights of the dead, the wounded, the maimed, and a terrible anxiety lest the line should give way."


Finding one of his friends killed, John McCrae helped bury him along with the other dead in a field.

Noticing the field covered with poppy flowers, he composed the famous Memorial Day poem, "In Flanders Fields":
Cynthia Jean May 2016
accepting
what we cannot
change

but giving space
to
ourselves

boundaries

from
what hurts us

what is beyond
our endurance

to bear

cj 2016
one day at a time
Cynthia Jean May 2016
"There can be no peace with the forces of evil. Peace comes only through the establishment of the supremacy of the forces of good." -President Coolidge, Memorial Day, 1923
Cynthia Jean May 2016
Take me up
in Your arms
Lord

Let Your
Life's Blood
flow
through my veins

My own
has turned
to water

tears.......

cj 2016
thankfully...tears are healing
Cynthia Jean May 2016
My thoughts and words
ripples
in your mind...

Rich jewels
ripples
in a clear pond...

The chorus
of the birds
My ripples
sent
through
the atmosphere...

The sweet, fresh air
rippling
through
your lungs...

Breathe deeply
My life
My Spirit
rippling
throughout...

cj 2016
Cynthia Jean May 2016
i see the petunias ,  lilacs and  forsythia.

the tomatoes , strawberries,  grapes and  pine cones

and the squirrels

in my garden

and i know God is there


and He brings me gifts

of flowers and sunshine

and butterflies

and hummingbirds

and sweet, sweet air

and i know God is there


He lets me play in the garden

my garden is

my art


He brings me lilies and daisies and asters

marigolds and sweet alyssum

...memories from grandmas


a magnolia and butterfly bushes

from my sons


foxgloves from a time spent with my precious friend


and bittersweet geraniums...

memories

of my mama's

grave...


cj 2016
my garden is my therapy, and God's gift to me
Cynthia Jean May 2016
the salt and pepper of life

the rich nuggets

precious little details
that we miss

in our overwhelm

the little jewels
of everyday life
that make it
so sweet

so
much
to
be
thankful
for

all the days of our lives

cj 2016
May God open our eyes everyday to His gifts...that we wouldn't miss anything!
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