As this weekend is the annual reenactment, I felt this appropriate.
In the shadowed vale of history we stand,
In Gettysburg, on this sacred, hallowed land.
Ancestors brave, in spectral bands,
We call to you, with outstretched hands.
Oh, valiant spirits who gave their all,
On this battlefield, where your names we call,
You who answered the drum’s loud squall,
In our hearts, your stories install.
From different paths, your lives intertwined,
In the midst of conflict, in the smoke so blind.
To your courage, to your fate resigned,
In our memories, your tales are signed.
To the North, to the South, in unity we pray,
For those lost in the harsh light of the fray,
May peace now be yours, may strife give way,
In the whispering winds, your legacies sway.
By the flickering firelight, under the moon’s glow,
We honor you, the ancestors we owe,
With respect and remembrance, our hearts bestow,
Your spirits live on, in the river’s flow.
So, to those who rest in Gettysburg’s embrace,
We send our prayers through time and space.
May you find peace in the arms of the Shining Ones trace,
Ancestors, in our hearts, your places are traced.
