Dr Wilfred A. Gallant
Dr. Wilfred Gallant, Ed.D., M.S.W., I.C.A.D.C., R.S.W. is an Associate Professor at the School of Social Work, University of Windsor, Ontario N9C 3K1. Details of Dr Gallant’s writings are available for reading on the University of Windsor, Ontario Website
WAR RAVISHED WAVES
When one dare stir a titan, an unguarded sleeping giant, the aftermath is tight and tense with hovering clouds of spite. One sweeping blow, though unperceived, in the twinkle of an eye can switch the course of nature and with surprise can bring a foisted nation hurled by storm to a quickened bended knee. To some a pearl, a haven, to some a harbour dear, but the blue skies of my native birth is always home to me.
Need we go far in distant field to a mother wiping tears, or watch a father teach his child the cherished golden rule? There’s a courage brave in all of us if we will only see beyond the narrow confines of the wars that rage within. Each day there’s Christ in bondage who asks a helping hand, who walks through tattered city streets that some oft’ call their “home”. Why are we so persistent and refuse to ease the pain, of our brothers and our sisters who have stumbled on their way?
Who can afford to linger and deny the stains of war, the rival force of power which for others spells defeat? To some it may seem puny, a mind not fully grown, of sentiment too gushy to merit any thought? But why is war so slyly snubbed in the vibrance of the heart, the rhythmic, pulsing, thrashing of a restless, throbbing earth, When battles rage with fury in minds foolishly ordained, the price is high; the cost is dear for those who won’t see morn’.
In peering back, what can be gained with positions fast entrenched where neither dare to budge ‘til a multitude are doomed? It’s plain to see the blemish that the scars of war impose, when mortal souls are fiercely torn and needlessly defiled. The scourge of combat pierces through, its gnawing ache won’t die ‘cause memories last while soldiers rest who had no chance at life. War ravished waves tear deep and wide and pierce the dawning light, but frankly told, the lasting truth will free the tangled, labyrinth way.
To see their children in the spring in the budding of new life has been snatched so cruelly from them in one uncalled for blow. To feast by chance with parents in the summer of the year, is all but past forgotten from foe that crushed their hope. They’ll miss the songs of Christmas where fires burn so bright where every flame that dances proud, leaves a flickering memory strong. Just like the trees in autumn that shed their leaves of gold, we let the wind sweep through the pines as each story still unfolds.
©Copyright May 2001 by Dr. Wilfred A. Gallant
Note: Dr Gallant wrote this poem after seeing the movie on “Pearl Harbour”. He has put this poem to music as a song composition.