WW1 officially ended “at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month” in 1918.
In the commonwealth Remembrance Day or Poppy Day is observed November 11 each year.
In Flanders Fields, a war poem written by Canadian physician and poet Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae, speaks of death, from those who were once-loved and once-alive. It is not the first time poppies have been associated with war, nor the first time someone like John McCrae noticed how quickly they grew over the graves, but the delicate and resilient poppy has become the symbol of remembrance. To this day, we still wear a poppy as a remembrance of those who fell in the first war, and in all armed conflicts since then.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
November 11 or 1111 is also a powerful portal. To step through it we must release our grief and heal our wounds. Remember those who walked before us. Remember those who fought for peace and those who stood up to oppression. Remember those who made the sacrifice. Remember them and their families. They too saw the “sunset glow” that we see. But it is not our place to “take up our quarrel with the foe.” We take up the torch of right thought, right speech, and right action, in the name of Love. To do this, we must first find peace within us. The way to peace is through love and non-violence. And within that love, we do respect and thank those who did and continue to choose to take up arms. That Love holds all our choices with truth.
Through this 1111 portal, let us create a different reality, one in which we can all live our human potential.