A commemorative celebration is like an old gospel song
About inspiring journeys, pleasure-filled, yet hard and long,
Its verses tell of faith, laughter, doubt, sweat and tears,
All the joys and the struggles that have coloured past years.
But why do we bother, what’s the relevance for today?
The events, the names, what is it that they say?
Yes, we all know well, we feel it deep-down inside,
Those happenings of yesteryear, they inform and they guide.
Many with whom we started are no longer here now,
But forgetting their efforts we must never allow,
For they too prayed and encouraged, and paid prices so dear
To build and sustain what we celebrate here.
Some hands are too weak now, some legs can no longer walk,
Some heads now simply nod and smile, their voices too frail to talk,
But don’t forget to remember all that they have brought,
And to show them we’re thankful for the fight that they fought.
Then let’s be glad and sing together, both young and old,
Ancestors, elders, let’s leave none from the fold,
And as we praise and show gratitude for all the blessings we receive,
Let’s look to the future, sing the same old gospel song, holdfast and believe.
By Lawna Tapper