Posts Tagged ‘war’


Saturday Sermon

August 9, 2008

Wage peace with your breath.

Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.

Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.

Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.

Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.

Make soup.

Play music, memorize the words for thank you in three languages.

Learn to knit, and make a hat.

Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief
as the outbreath of beauty
or the gesture of fish.

Swim for the other side.

Wage peace.

Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:

Have a cup of tea and rejoice.

Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.

— wage peace – judyth hill – september 12, 2001

Good luck, Big Brother.  Thinking of you today and always and celebrating.  I love you.


To my dearest brother,

July 30, 2008

I know we have agreed to disagree about this horrid war and the politics behind it.  I respect your opinion as I know you respect mine, even though our opinions are not the same.

I cannot believe you have to go again.  I am full of pain and rage and panic and fear and worry and sorrow and anxiety at the mere thought of you leaving.  At the same time, I am full of pride that my brother is fighting for what he believes in, even if I do not understand it.  I know that you and others are putting your lives on the line and the gravity – and perhaps honor -of that has not escaped me.

I remember listening to this song over and over and over again with you in your bedroom when we were just children.  We listened, we sang along, we believed.  I still believe.  I sing along now and tears stream down my face.  Regardless of our differences of opinion, regardless of our polarized nation, someone and something is taking my only brother away from home and putting you in harms way.  I cannot accept that graciously.

Fuck the Fortunate Son.

I love you. I am proud of you.  I honor you.  Come home safe and come home soon.

Forever putting daisies in rifles,

Your baby sister.