However much we detest the justifications, apparent causes and consequences of war, as individuals striving to create peace in all that we do, at Sun Rising the 11 November gathering is an important point in our calendar of events. This year, amidst windy wet days, we had soft grey stillness for the gathering, allowing a profound focus. With no religious words spoken, the sense of acknowledgement, sorrow and respect, was poignant. The sacred was evident, in whatever terms we may use to describe that.
Hawthorn berries, haws, in the hedgerow
The poem I read can be found on our War Memorial page: sunrising.co.uk/burialground/warmemorial.html
