Remembrance Sunday

A grey drizzly day. Walked to church, watched the cenotaph service then read and slept on the settee. 

At mass today the priest ended with this beautiful prayer. 
A Litany of Remembrance
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it end,,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us, as we remember them.
by Rabbi Sylvan Kamens and Rabbi Jack Riemer