A vision comes complete with sensation
The sensation of the sun's warmth upon my face
The soft cool caress of grass where I sit
A cooling breeze flowing over me rustling the leaves who's whisper sets the tone.
The soft shuffle of people passing
The hushed tones respecting the reverence surrounding the wall
The Wall of black granite guarding its treasure
A wealth of some 60,000 precious lives lost
Lost in a hated war in a faraway jungle
Finally~ some 30 years too late ~ an acceptance of loss and the respect long overdue is received.
Silently I watch, wait, and participate
Soft muffled sobs
Deep sighs of regret
Joyful return visits overriding recognition that the name on the wall is all that is left
There is no grave
There was no service
Just total acceptance of loss.
Occasionally a gift is left at the wall
An expression of love as fingertips gently caress a loved one's name
Each inspire thoughts to form
Words to be written
Time goes by as the ritual continues.
And then I am We
I have been surrounded by love
By care
By respect
An invisible hand presses against my shoulder
And suddenly I know.
I am making a difference
I am remembering
I am visiting 60,000 strangers who still need love
Who still need acceptance and respect.
Again my shoulder is squeezed
"Thank you for Remembering" echoes quietly in my ear
And I am alone again
Peace is found as peace was given
Remembering those lost in spite of the cost
Bringing them peace
Peace from the war torn memories haunting their beings
My mission though far from done is a success
Through time
Over miles
Echoes in the Wind allow
The knowledge that I Remember to fulfill our dreams.
Dreams to remember and be remembered
7/3/2005