I wrote this in 2006 during the Iraq war. I hate war and the Inhumanity of it. This is where I am today, too. CALLING FOR A CEASEFIRE These are the times that I feel so helpless. So publicly people are dying. People have forgotten about the humanity of other people. I do find myself taking sides, but then I have to stand back and realize the foolishness in that. It doesnt solve any problems. It is so difficult, though, to stand in the middle and resist the magnetic pulling of both sides.. These are the days that render my soul silent because I am not living in a friends cage of destruction.. These are the days that find my spirit trapped within the confines of a country that sleeps on and on I wish to reach out to my brothers and sisters and offer hope but I dont ever remember being as hopeless as them. These are the days that bomb on and on - inside and out - And I find nowhere to turn but towards God. I find my soul crying out for that ceasefire, the end of hostilities, and then I find myself in an argument with my eleven year old. I watch our tempers rise and I see the volleys begin to go back and forth. There is no nurturing here, no understanding of the others humanity. There are demands and warnings of actions that will be in response to that occasion when those demands are not met. There is the pause and the return to my own wishes on the most intimate level. I want the explosions to stop. I want the pain that one man causes another when they forget their interconnectedness and are driven by those small desires that forget about everyone except themselves to stop. I have called a ceasefire in my home. I cant expect warring factions to do that which I cannot do myself on this smallest of levels, in my own home. Every time a bomb rises within me I am trying to pause and realize what the results will be if I throw it. It as if world peace is somehow placed squarely in my hands and it is up to me whether I wrap it up in swaddling clothes and cradle it gently or use it as a rock to hit the nearest target. In the end, I believe, little things do mean a lot and it is the only thing so many of us have to offer. Every action we take reverberates through the universe and out into future. Choose wisely.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 19:10:56 +0000