Lest we forget . . .

Today, one hundred years since the start of The First World War, may I share a poem with you?
A friend introduced me to it this week and, to add to its poignancy, it was written by Yehuda Amichai, thought by many to be the finest of Israel's modern poets.

At a time of remembrance, and a time of warfare, let us pause and pay heed to these wise words:



                                                       The Place Where We Are Right

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.