In Flanders Fields; On Calvary's Mount

For Memorial Day, John Mcrae's classic...

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.

And a Christian's meditation on the memorial that is the Lord's Supper, or Eucharist, in the same style...

On Calvary’s mount the breezes blow
Where crosses, empty, stood to show
On each, a criminal hung to die
In tombs unmarked, their remains lie,
Forgotten by the world we know.

Of all the Dead, short days ago
Who lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Then died, One lives no more to die,
On Calvary’s Mount.

While honored dead, their torches throw,
And ask that we defeat their foe,
Unconquered, Jesus, from on high,
Calls us to follow with victory cry!
‘Twas won--Tho’ we skirmish below--
On Calvary’s mount!