The Unremembered

The ones who fade away at the back of the newsreel, hungry eyes accusing;

The one whose face we never saw, for whom there is no stone or sign;

The ones whose warm breath froze in the cold air; the ones who left in silence;

The ones whose names were painted high and shouted tall for a time, until it was over;

The ones we thought deserved to be unremembered, unregretted, forgotten unforgiven.

Remember … your servant, because you have given me hope.

This is my comfort in my trouble, that your promise gives me life.

(Psalm 119: 49-50, BCP 767)

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2 Responses to The Unremembered

  1. heidi says:

    This is very touching,
    To be remembered by the Infinite is a great comfort.

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