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Seeking peace in times of war

Rush, pause, begin again

Cycles of endlessness

 

Seeking wisdom in times of lies

Open close and open again

Old books mislead the foolish

 

Spark of genius is hushed away

Mind opened then closed then never opened again

Walls built of stone, fear and intolerance

 

We showed these lines to our mother

She smiled, wept and smiled again

The earth lay in silence awaiting her death

 

We showed them to a minister

He prayed, cursed us, his faith, life, marriage then prayed again

His death is but a certainty and he is afraid

 

We showed them to the President

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Read the first three stanzas and begin again

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I.

Irene digs into the earth with a worn spade

Turning over the soil like a slow prayer

And with each movement

Words come forth from the dirt

Black letters on white and silver signs,

Wrapped in dirt and sand

Words like

“Faith”

“Love”

“Freedom”

“Sacrifice”

Words of promise whispered

To her inner being

As if to remind her that her job

Isn’t just to lay people to rest

But to help those who remain and

To ponder why

II.

James was a proud man

He had been tilling this soil like his father before

And his father before him

He learned early in life to love the feel

Of the earth as it passed through his young fingers

He played with it, caressed it like a lover, listening

As if there were voices of stillness hidden

In those moments that he never heard anywhere else.

Words offered up to only his ears

Words like

“Belonging”

“Family”

“Sacrifice”

“Duty”

Words he never learned to question

From voices he recognized

Telling him this is where he belonged.

III.
Half a world away words fall silent. In

The wake of savage destruction the soil
Doesn’t whisper

But the howl is deafening.

IV.
James’ words could never have prepared

His son for this, dug into the

Blood-stained scorched earth

Kurt often thought of his father

And longed to be there, to tell him he was

Afraid, something he could never tell his friends

Something only his father could understand

He tried to run his fingers through the dirt

To hear the whispers his father told him about

Longing for the peace of words whispered to only him

Words like

“Peace”

“Quiet”

“Forgiveness”

“Belonging”

But war is a cruel Mistress and will take her toll.

V
Sometimes the earth cries

When a kindred soul is laid to rest

It cradles them into it like a mother

Whispering words for a sense of calm

Words like

“Rest”

“Peace”

“Eternity”

“Forgiveness”

Words that only the resting can hear

Not intended for us who remain

Nothing Irene can hear, nor James.

The words the earth has whispered to them before

Now ring hollow

Replaced by the sorrow of

Words like

“Pain”

“Greif”

“Loss”

When parents bury their young in times of war

The earth has no consoling words that suffice

The earth feels the grief too deeply.
It cannot whisper. It can only grieve.

As they walk away from their sons grave

Irene can no longer do her task of comforting

James no longer feels the ground like a lover

The reality of what they’ve given the earth

Is too painful.

VI.

Later that night, the wind blows through

The windows of James and Irenes house

Taking on an ancient task

Carrying the voices of those we’ve lost

To those who remain.

Comfort comes in the whispered words like

“Peace”

“Solace”

“Forgiveness”

The wind blows over the battlefields too

Soothing the earths’ wounds

Telling her lover

“This too shall pass”

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My love whispers to me of doorknobs
Doors to rooms we’ve never seen
Photographs on bedside tables
Faded by ancient suns
Photos showing faces we’ve yet to meet
Places and memories we’ve yet to remember.
Flowers dried in vases from lands far away
Gauze curtains waving gently
In the morning breeze blended with
The quiet plaintive call of lambs as they graze on grass
Yet to grow at farms long since burned down
Or yet to be built.
These I hear in her voice.
In my loves eyes swims time it’s self
Against a raging current coming from nowhere
Grey clouds turn to whisps in a moment
And disappear
Time is a memorial and my love masters it
I hear the world in her voice
And feel safe.

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I love this,, it’s from the show West Wing,, and I think it’s brilliant! A number of you have posted religious posts in the past, posts that are intended to show the depth of your commitment to your religion, to God and to Jesus, but somehow most of them miss the point, especially when you try to quote scripture to show your own views or the narrow minded views of the supposedly oh so righteous fools on the radio… here you go, hope YOU read this!!

“Good to have you here.

Forgive me, Dr. Jacobs, Are you an M.D.?

A PHD,,
A PhD, in, psychology?
No sir,
Theology?
No sir,
In social work?
I have a PHD in English literature,

I’m asking because on your show people call in for advice, and you go by Dr. Jacobs on your show and I didn’t know if maybe your listeners were confused by that, and assumed that you had advanced training in psychology, theology or health care,

I don’t think the people are confused, sir

Good, I like your show,

I like how you call homosexuality an abomination,

I don’t say homosexuality is abomination, Mr. President, the bible does.

Yes it does, Leviticus,

18 /22,…

Chapter and verse!! I want to ask you a couple of questions while you’re here. I’m interested in selling my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21/7, she’s a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn, what would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another question, my chief of staff, Leo McGarry, insists on working on the Sabbath, Exodus 35/2 clearly says he should be put to death, am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here’s another one that’s really important, because we’ve got a lot of sports fans in this town, touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean, Leviticus 11/7, if they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football, can Notre Dame, can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads, think about those questions, would you? One last thing, while you may be mistaking this for the monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight Ass Club, in this building, when the president stands, nobody sits.”

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