It takes Grace and Faith 

to enter that treacherous place,

that space in between 

where there is no bridge 

where you must swim through waters

where there is no sea

where there is no edge.

There is the possibility

we meet in the field

of frequency.

Sound with no distinguishing marks

no syllables, nor characters

to separate hearts. 

This time let us remember, so we cannot forget.

One grew old and died in the garden 

crooked like an ancient tree.

Her value was measured in tasks.

forgotten by the time 

her daughters children had children.

eventually lost to the past.

The other was killed amongst debris

stone, metal, and glass

forgotten fast as three breaths

no one left to remember 

the song that whispered her depth.

The children who survived 

remembered in their bodies

in their cells

not in words

thunder and lightening 

that struck and burned 

perpetuating pain

if we do not remember.

setting us free

if we do not forget.

These stories of woe

come from the world of War.

Yet in the Land of Before

The song sung was of a different score.

We were together, 

always coming home

no-one was forgotten 

life was not stolen. 

We were whole

equal

one.

Every time we close our eyes 

when open

we begin again.

We can begin again

Let us not forget

Let us not forget

The women and children will never forget.