by Terry Long

Most people only read the touching poem from World War 1 titled “In Flanders Fields” just on Remembrance Day. I have the opportunity to read it almost every week, as this famous poem is etched on the wall inside the War Memorial Chamber in the Peace Tower on Parliament Hill. The picture above shows the etching on the left wall if you look carefully. We at the National House of Prayer take prayer teams inside this room to pray almost on a weekly basis. Even though I have read it many times it still touches me deeply. We are posting it here today and we invite you to read it and ponder these timeless, sobering and selfless words again and to give thanks for those who were and are being martyred for our freedom.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.