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Memorial Day 2026: a poem
I’ve written about Memorial Day in my journal over the past few days. I took much of the weekend “off” to regroup, rest, recover, rejuvenate my reasons. I’ve thought about my poetry work, how it has been absent for some time. I am feeling reenergized to continue. Maybe my muse is returning; or maybe I’m beginning to listen more closely, to the silence.
Memorial Day seems to have become a day to celebrate wars. The wars of my time on the planet have been stupid, usually fought to a draw, or worse; always at a great loss of life. Today I’m celebrating my life, my family and the inner wars (I’ve termed them journeys) that take far more intelligence and courage to wage.
War is Stupid
A day to remember–
I remember a Mother,
Transplanted to this country
By her Mother.
She was a toddler;
Not free.
I remember a Father,
Removed from school
By his Father
To work the farm.
He was a teen;
Not free.
They fought no wars
But for their inner
And Family wars.
It is they who fought
For me.
They set me free.
Wars are fought
For territory, power, money.
Freedom is the cry of the victors;
Liberty, justice, the “Americal way.”
It’s all a fool’s way;
War is stupid.
The real heroes
Take inner journeys:
The territory of Peace is
Within the human heart;
The power to sustain the journey is Love;
The reward for the courage is Joy.
Fight no wars for me–
For my freedom, liberty, justice.
Take an inner journey of courage.
Find Peace within.
Let Love wash away all fears.
Find the Joy in human hearts.
You will find this is enough.

©2026 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.
MONDAY’S POEM: Surrender
It’s been a heck of a week since my last poem post on Monday – quite a “journey”! But I am coming around and accepting the journey openly and with excitement! Stay tuned! Meanwhile I can only recommend:
Surrender
It is a struggle to let go
of everything that holds life
Together.
The ego doesn’t release easily
without a fight for its life
Together.
The pain of release can hold
on for years, life times, all
Together.
The call to surrender is not one
to follow a path of ease, but
Another.
The path of wisdom and compassion
for all sentient beings is distinctly
Another.
It is a path the ego rejects
out of blind fear of death, yes
Another!
Surrender; choose death for joy!
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

MONDAY’S POEM: Journey
Inner work. Intuition. Practice. Here’s part of the work, exposed for all who have ears:
Journey
Beyond the cave
Below the lake
Deep in the heart
Of the savannah
There is a gate.
Beyond the gate
Blow through space
Deep emptiness
In a Universe
Toward escape.
Beyond escape
Below the Star
Deep in the Soul
Of the Light Body
There is a Seed.
Beyond the Seed
Fed by the lake
Raised by the Star
Of the brightest light
There is a Man.
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

MONDAY’S POEM: Hello Grandpa
Last Monday I posted my poem “The Journey” about a trip I often take. On that trip I almost always see my grandfather’s skull. Sometimes we talk. This is one conversation:
Hello Grandpa
I see him on the sandy
Floor of the cave I visit.
He is nothing but bones now,
Just a skull, really,
Grinning there, guarding.
“Hello, Grandpa. I love you.
And, thanks for being here.”
He laughs through that grinning
Maw, hollow eyes alight with fire.
I can almost hear his whisper:
“No place to go! I am everywhere.
Good to see you too!” Eyes flare.
“You are grandpa too!
How’s that going?
Are you getting the hang of it?”
I stumble and look back.
These are no idle questions.
“It could be better. You are a
Perfect model. It starts with
Loving me as you loved me!”
©2013 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.


