A Vigil
Photo by Pavel Chichikov

The flags that flutter on the hill
Above the stones—Memorial Day—
Speak because the air’s not still—
We love these souls for whom we pray

Green the hillside, memories
Of those whose peaceful spirits here
Move to us, the hearts that seize
The favor of them being near

May end of war come after war
Nor buried be the spirit of
The friendliness that will restore
A kindness that will treasure love

Flags straight out that flow within
A sunlit peace—may it begin