11/11/2025
John McCrae’s “In Flanders Fields” reminds us that remembrance is not only about honouring those who died, but also about holding space for the emotions that war leaves behind; grief, trauma, love, and the longing for peace.
The image of poppies growing among graves shows how life continues to emerge even in devastation. It speaks of the human capacity to heal and create meaning after loss, something I often explore in therapy.
The “torch” passed from “failing hands” can be seen as a call not just to fight, but to remember, care, and carry forward compassion. A sense of rebuilding and finding peace within ourselves and our communities.
Just as artists and poets of that time turned pain into creative expression, we too can use art, reflection, and therapy to give voice to experiences that words alone can’t contain.
Creativity becomes a bridge between what has been lost and what still endures.
Here is the full poem written by Canadian Army Doctor Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in 1915, after witnessing the death of a friend on the battlefield in Belgium and then noticing the number of poppy flowers that began growing afterwards.
In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae (1872–1918)
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.