It is well that she should, else the evidences of our old sorrows, animosities, and failures would overwhelm us. The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below . W e are the Dead. In Flanders fields . We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields .
All men are members of the same body, Created from one essence.
If fate brings suffering to one member The others cannot stay at rest. You who remain indifferent to the burden of pain of others Do not deserve to be called human. November 24th, 1999. The 4th Sunday after Easter, 2000.