So high on the hillside not far from the village, <br />A peace cairn is growing there stone upon stone, <br />While people are praying the war to be ended, <br />They know God is with them and they're not alone. <br /> <br />And as they look over their poor ravaged country, <br />That once held such beauty but now it's all gone, <br />They look to the heavens with dreams of tomorrow, <br />And while there is sunlight their hope shall live on. <br /> <br />They carry a stone in their hand for a loved one, <br />Their name etched upon it held close to their heart, <br />The victims of war and their dearly beloved, <br />Of familes now ruined and all torn apart. <br /> <br />Their eyes filled with tears as they come to the peace cairn, <br />To place down their stone as the dawn greets the day, <br />But memories they'll keep and they won't be forgotten, <br />And while war continues they'll come here to pray. <br /> <br />For these stones are the future each urging the soldier, <br />To lay down his arms and to join hands in prayer, <br />A lasting foundation that grows ever stronger, <br />For high on that hillside a peace exists there.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-peace-cairn/
