At the base of the monument it says:
This is our cry. This is our prayer.
For building peace in the world.
The Children’s Peace Monument in Hiroshima is one of the world's most haunting memorials. The bronze statue of a girl holding a paper crane atop the memorial is the likeness of Sadako Sasaki. Sadako was two when the bomb dropped on Hiroshima. Nine years later, she was diagnosed with leukemia. According to Japanese myth, if she folded 1000 paper cranes, she would be granted one wish. She died before getting her wish. If you wish to know how to fold a crane, please see this video on YouTube.
Similar stories, wishes and memorials proliferate. Below is a poem by A. Hikmet that was also a song sung by The Byrds. May we all pray for peace in our time.
I Come and Stand At Every Door
I come and stand at every door;
but no one hears my slient prayer.
I knock, and yet remain unseen . . .
For I am dead. For I am dead.
I'm only 7 although I died . . .
in Hiroshima long ago.
I'm 7 now, as I was then,
When children die, they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flame.
My eyes grew dim; my eyes grew blind.
Death came and turned my bones to dust,
And that was scattered by the wind . . .
I need no fruit, I need no rice.
I need no sweets, or even bread
I ask for nothing for myself:
for I am dead. For I am dead.
All that I ask is that for peace , , ,
(You fight today . . . you fight today)
So that children of this world,
May live and grow and laugh and play.
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I come and stand at every door;
but no one hears my slient prayer.
I knock, and yet remain unseen . . .
For I am dead. For I am dead.
I'm only 7 although I died . . .
in Hiroshima long ago.
I'm 7 now, as I was then,
When children die, they do not grow.
My hair was scorched by swirling flame.
My eyes grew dim; my eyes grew blind.
Death came and turned my bones to dust,
And that was scattered by the wind . . .
I need no fruit, I need no rice.
I need no sweets, or even bread
I ask for nothing for myself:
for I am dead. For I am dead.
All that I ask is that for peace , , ,
(You fight today . . . you fight today)
So that children of this world,
May live and grow and laugh and play.
Visit The Blue Panther Experience, host for Blog Your Blessings Sunday. We are bloggers of all faiths, creeds and races, so everyone is welcome. Join us on any Sunday as we blog our blessings.
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