In late spring, 2014,
Terry and I visited
Paris, France.
It was my first trip
to La Ville-LumiƩre.
We saw many wonderful sights,
but I stumbled across one that affected me deeply.
I rounded a corner
and unexpectedly saw
and unexpectedly saw
a memorial tablet to
the British Empire dead
of the First World War.
Notre Dame Cathedral, Paris
It struck me just how much
the people of France and Britain
the people of France and Britain
remember and honor
the war deaths of service members
from the Empire and its Dominions:
The United Kingdom, India, Canada,
Australia, South Africa,
New Zealand, and Newfoundland.
Reading the words
Canada and Newfoundland
in that magnificent French cathedral
and knowing it honored
Canada's dead
and those of Newfoundland
moved me to tears.
In a moment it made history vividly real.
Among these one million dead
are members of my family
I know only from old photographs.
As we explored Paris and London
we found many moving memorials
to the military service dead and injured
of too many wars and conflicts;
and everywhere red, red poppies.
Poppies of Notre Dame Cathedral
The poppy, Papaver rhoeas,
has become a symbol of remembrance
for soldiers who died in war.
Canadian physician
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
inspired this symbolism
in a simple, but profound poem
he wrote during World War I.
To stand in the
hush and shadow
of this sacred space,
see poppies,
touch stone,
and remember
In Flanders Fields
is to feel powerfully
what sacrifice
death in war is.
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 . . .
John McCrae
Stained Glass Window
Notre Dame de Paris
Life is precious and fleeting,
and we must never forget
the men and women
who served and died
to preserve our freedom.
Lest We Forget
Poppies, Papaver rhoeas
What a beautiful and moving post. It's excellent. I love the photos, too.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Thank you, Janie! I'm back on-line again and will be catching up on your blog shortly!
DeleteA beautiful post! Yes, we must never forget these women and men.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Martha! I often think how fortunate I am because of the sacrifices of so many wonderful people who served in our Canadian and Commonwealth forces ~ not to forget those who served in the USA.
DeleteA lovely post and tribute. Lest we forget.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Debra! I will never forget!
DeleteWhat a beautiful post. Your quote from Flander's Fields gave me goose bumps… or, is it the cold?!
ReplyDeleteStay warm and safe!
Thanks, Dreaming! That poem has always moved me profoundly. Even as a young child, I understood the sacrifice of of love, beauty, and life that our military service dead made for we who lived or came after them.
DeleteAnd, yes, I'm hugging my space heater which is barely beating back the cold. I may not even go out and pick up the newspaper. You stay warm and safe too!
Never forget indeed, wouldn't have today what we do if it weren't for the many who fought.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right, Pat! Have a good one!
ReplyDeletePowerful Louise - hugs Barb
ReplyDeleteHugs, Sis!
Delete1 million dead. Unimaginable.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad was a veteran, and he died on Veterans Day.
It is hard to imagine, Terry. Have you seen pictures of the poppy exhibit at the Tower of London (UK) where ceramic poppies stand for the British and Colonial soldiers killed in WW1? I'm so sad to hear that your father died on Veterans Day. But in a way, it's appropriate because that is the day people truly stop and think about all that our veterans have done for our country and us.
DeleteNice. Looks like your visit was amazing. The photographs are just stunning.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind comment, Lady Lilith! Have a good one!
DeleteWe shouldn't ever forget.
ReplyDeleteMy father is also a Veteran.
I'm sure, like me, you are proud of your father's service, Alex. I admire the people who stepped up and served for our countries. Take care!
DeleteThank you Louise, this really gives me a better understanding and a feeling, a connected feeling moreso because my uncle is buried over there, away over there. Yes, my father has always been foremost in my mind but the people who sacrificed their lives and are buried so many miles away to be forgotten really is hard to take. Not many, if any people in my family show interest so I stumble along with my wee bit of info and put it all in order for my world.
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Hi, Ron! The people in France and the United Kingdom have not forgotten the foreign servicemen buried in their countries. Many large churches and cathedrals around France have these memorials to honor the Commonwealth soldiers who are buried in France. And London is full of memorials for Commonwealth soldiers of many conflicts. Canada has a beautiful fountain in honor of its servicemen and servicewomen very close to Buckingham Palace. I was really impacted by the memorials and how much they meant to me. You can't change other people in your family, but you can get a lot of satisfaction by putting it in order for yourself. And I, for one, am fascinated by your father's story, even if it had a tragic ending. He flew with courage and honor. Take care, my friend!
DeleteLouise, this is the most heartfelt post I have seen lately. I like how you 'wrapped' us in the history and the photos all the while holding our hand, so to speak, and guiding us through this massive cathedral.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the lovely comment, Jim! Notre Dame de Paris is massive and can feel almost overwhelming. But then it has all these nooks and crannies containing things like the memorial and poppies that feel small, powerful, and intimate. The open pane in the stained glass window reminded me of the spirit line in woven Navajo art that allowed the creative spirit of the weaver to escape and weave another piece. I felt like my spirit could fly through that window right up to heaven. Have a great evening!
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