In honor on Memorial Day, this afternoon I'll be taking the boys to Greenwood to visit the graves of our loved ones and to place a flag on my grandfather's grave; he was at Pearl Harbor on the USS Ward which fired the first American shots of World War II at a Japanese submarine an hour before the actual attack began.
In honor of this Memorial Day, I'm posting the Poets.org "Poem of the Day":
The Battle Hymn of the Republic
by Julia Ward Howe
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:
His day is marching on.
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel,Since God is marching on."
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat:
O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
So let us remember those who have sacrificed, who have "died[d] to make men free," this day and always.
Praying for our country daily,