Today’s post is a little different. As Rememberance Sunday, I thought I should post something topical, something that will allow us to remember those who died, and what they fought for.
Stay with me God, the night is dark!
The night is cold; my little spark
Of courage dims, the night is long.
Be with me God and make me strong.
I love a game; I love a fight.
I hate the dark; I love the light.
I love my child; I love my wife.
I am no coward. I love life.
Life with its change of mood and shade,
I want to live. I’m not afraid.
But me and mine are hard to part.
O unknown God lift up my heart.
You stilled the waters at Dunkirk
You saved Your servants, all Your work
Is wonderful. Dear God; you strode
Before us down that dreadful road.
We were alone and hope had fled.
We loved our country and our dead.
And could not shame them; so we stayed —
The course and were not much afraid.
Dear God, that nightmare road! And then
That sea! We got there – we were men.
My eyes were blind, my feet were torn,
My soul sang like a bird at dawn!
I know that death is but a door;
I knew what we were fighting for.
Peace for the kids, our brothers freed,
A kinder world, a cleaner breed.
I’m but the son my mother bore.
A simple man, and nothing more.
But – God of strength and gentleness,
Be pleased to make me nothing less!
Help me again when death is near.
To mock the haggard face of fear,
That when I fall, if fall I must,
My soul may triumph in the dust!
My boyfriend’s Grandad, Brian, was told about this poem when it was found in the trenches. The soldier who wrote it died fighting in Dunkirk; he never meant for this poem to be seen by anyone. The poem blew away and was found by one of his fellow fighters. Brian learnt it by heart at the age of 9, and now at 82, he can still recite it. He passed it on to me to try and make more people aware of it.