Eleanor Roosevelt kept this poem in her pocket during WWII:
Dear Lord: Lest I continue my complacent way, help me to remember somehow out there a man [or woman] died for me today. As long as there be war I then must ask and answer: am I worth dying for?
This plaque with the poem stands at the Pearl Harbour National Memorial marking the day the then US President marked as historical infamy and a day the Ukrainian President recently invoked. War has raised it’s maddening cruel life-snatching head again.
Hear us oh Jehovah Shalom, You are our peace.
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Yes, He is our Peace! Shalom to you, Dee.
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…and to you too dear Lynn!!!
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Yes Indeed… I concur and raise my hands in surrender!
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Yes indeedy!!!!
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Amen. ❤
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…and so let it be!!!
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