Unity Amidst Memories: A Remembrance Sunday

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By Fr Nilora SVD


On Remembrance Sunday, a unity day unfolds

At Isleworth Memorial, our hearts hold

We raise our voices, “O God, our help in ages past”

The gospel echoes beatitude and love that forever last


We pray for leaders guiding our land

For those who harbor ill will, a prayer so grand

Healing wounds from the shadows of the past

Seeking a future where peace and love amass


The trumpet’s melody on this solemn day

Echoes our remembrance in a poignant way

Wreaths and crosses, laid by young and old

Unity prevailing, a story to be told


Singing of the Good Shepherd, a hymn sincere

“God save the King” whispers, crystal clear

May God’s blessings linger, our hearts endeavor

On Remembrance Sunday, uniting us forever.

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