Dawn Service 2022

The sounds of cars parking

Latecomers walking up

Some with heels smacking

Others a soft shoe shuffle

A small child whimpering

A dog barking

Person coughing

Rooster crowing

All of these noises impact the sacred one minute

Is there any way to gain purity of silence

In a body of humans?


But listen to the mass of people as they shift


Making their way here in the full dark before dawn

To stand imperfectly





Together imperfectly perfect in our hearts

The brave men who sat in boats dotted along a foreign shore

About to storm beaches in a far off war

So long ago now

Remembering that bravery is only gained by leaping the high and terrifying hurdle of fear

As we peaceful people of all walks of life stand here

And a bugle plays, with a bit of an airy puff

Imperfect notes hit my ears a bit rough

And then we are dismissed

A mass of dark shuffling, clacking, soft whisper chatting, red tail lights and car tyres kissing tarmac

Another Anzac Day dawn service


Remembering the imperfect who have become immortal saints to we, who stand and worship


Remembering them

*I love the dawn service on Anzac Day, it always feels like the heart and soul. A silent mass, gathering in the dark to hear The Ode, to remember that at this time, so long ago young men sat in rocking boats, about to storm the beaches and run into catastrophic gun fire.

This morning as I stood, slightly frustrated by the late comers and the low hum noise infestation within the sacred minute silence I realised there is no purity – ever. We don’t get to have perfect sacred silences. So I tuned into what each noise was, where it came from and suddenly I could feel the silence.

Strangely, amongst all the subtle noise the silence bloomed greater than all of the small, it was huge. Maybe my mind stumbled across a connection with all the other humans standing there.

Perhaps it was the intention. True loving intent over comes all the petty stumbling:

We try.

That’s what matters.

Just like all those young men and women that fought so imperfectly bravely. They tried.

And because of that, it felt more special this morning.

I don’t know if I have mishandled this poetry badly this morning.

Or perhaps you can hear it too

The hearts that beat all together for a moment

And then we lose our tune

And become separate and striving again

It’s Anzac Day 2022

The sacred will soon get lost beneath the beery cheers at noon. But beneath it all, for me at least, will run that imperfect silence. Because that is the way this day began.

When dealing with big groups of people, the outcome may not be pure, but if the intent is pure, then the outcome becomes …nearly pure, and that’s enough. Now if we could take that into the world as a whole it would make an impact.

11 thoughts on “Dawn Service 2022

  1. Kate, do you know the song “And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda?” The version I know is by the Pogues. Perhaps this is a song everyone in AUS knows. I’ve always found it haunting. Your post brought back memories of that powerful song.

  2. This is beautiful, Kate. Moments where hearts beat in unison over remembrance~one perfect still moment~even just for a few minutes~can bring unity. It gives hope I’m humanity. Often in silence is we were “sync”. My friend, I’ve battled Covid all week, and it’s good to see you. I’ve had many days of loneliness and silence. They’re a part of my life now. Like old friends. Sending hugs and blessings. 💛🎶💕

    • I’m sorry you have had Covid Karla. I’ve so far managed to avoid it and these days mostly forget about it. Until someone says they have or have had it. A virus that sends us into isolation. It’s like being sent to the naughty corner – the story of the pariah and yet I think so many have time to finally think when they have some time out, perhaps it’s one of COVID’s blessings. I hope you recover fully and soon 🫶🏻💖

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