Wherever there is a Shrine
Wherever there is a shrine, there will be a remembrance
In the church graveyard, the town square
On a street corner, in a garden or under a paddock gum
Whether ten thousand attend or only one
Look out for the ghosts of the names engraved
They will gather again as they gathered once
Fathers, brothers and sons
The living and the dead united
Families and communities rejoined
In that hour of darkness before dawn
As the night begins to blend with the day
The spirits in our hearts and our imaginations take form
They touch us with a breath
That we know them once again
Let the sun’s first light dry your eyes
Return to your life with your heart uplifted
For their spirit has touched your soul
And yours has touched theirs
In a way that can only be experienced
Not pondered or understood
By your mere presence and by theirs
Lives cut short will live on
For they will not be forgotten