The Peace Cairn Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

So high on the hillside not far from the village,
A peace cairn is growing there stone upon stone,
While people are praying the war to be ended,
They know God is with them and they're not alone.

And as they look over their poor ravaged country,
That once held such beauty but now it's all gone,
They look to the heavens with dreams of tomorrow,
And while there is sunlight their hope shall live on.

They carry a stone in their hand for a loved one,
Their name etched upon it held close to their heart,
The victims of war and their dearly beloved,
Of familes now ruined and all torn apart.

Their eyes filled with tears as they come to the peace cairn,
To place down their stone as the dawn greets the day,
But memories they'll keep and they won't be forgotten,
And while war continues they'll come here to pray.

For these stones are the future each urging the soldier,
To lay down his arms and to join hands in prayer,
A lasting foundation that grows ever stronger,
For high on that hillside a peace exists there.