Peace on earth

The angels said to the shepherds, on the night that Christ was born, "Peace on Earth, good will to men."  How I live, work, dream for that day to be now in every heart on Earth.

After having seen the movie, "Silent Night," I have been praying for peace on Earth more than ever before. 

Just now I found this poem which spurs me on even more to dream of peace here and now.  Let's start thinking peace, instead of w--.  Let's talk of it and dream of it.  Let's ponder how we can be more at peace and how we can help other's come to peace.  Let's live, eat, sleep, and work for peace constantly and let's talk about it so that other's catch the vision too. 

Peace, dear friends, PEACE!

Christmas Eve 1914byMike Harding

Christmas Eve, 1914, stars were burning, burning bright And all along the Western Front the guns were lying still and quiet. And men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark, And far away behind the lines, a village dog began to bark. Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs and others were quiet Rolling fags and playing Brag, to pass away that Christmas night. But as they watched the German trenches, something moved in no-man's land And from far away there came a soldier, carrying a white flag in his hand. Then from both sides, the men came running, crossing into no-man's land Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes; shyly stood there shaking hands Fritz brought out cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags Stood there laughing, crying, singing, as the moon shone down on no-man's land On Christmas day we all played football, in the mud of no-man's land Tommy brought a Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band And when they beat us at the football, web shared out all the grub and drink And Fritz showed me a faded photo of a dark-haired girl back in Berlin For four days after, no one fired. Not one shell disturbed the night For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they'd both lost the will to fight. So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us far behind the lines, Sent fresh troops to take our places- ordered guns; "Prepare to fire". And next night, in 1914, flares were burning, burning bright. The message came, "Prepare offensive, over the top we're going tonight!" And men stood waiting in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark, All along the Western Front the Christmas guns began to bark.

From his book "Bomber's Moon" .published by Michael Joseph. You will find more information about this book and other work by Mike Harding if you take the following link: http://www.mikeharding.co.uk Copyright © Mike Harding. All rights reserved. No part of this text may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, in any form, or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of author/publisher.