I do not know why but tonight was a very special presentation.
This is sorta a "get my feelings down on paper" entry.
I won't reproduce my talk only a poem that I read every time and its introduction.
I remained in spiritual and emotional denial; my combat platoon leader son would go to
who had been embedded with Jason’s platoon;
saw the pictures in the SF Chronicle which confirmed
that indeed Jason gave orders and men died.
A poem of sorrow:
A mother waits
A messenger comes to her door
The sun stops in its course across the sky
And plunges her world into night.
Sorrow so deep
Her wail so strong
It broke my heart
Here in
Joined together forever are we
One son gave an order
One son died
We are one in our tears.
“I am sorry our cultures say, “War is the answer.”
“I am sorry my son says, “Fire”
I hold your son in my arms
And pray for your healing
And may the world be reconciled
To understand we are one.
This poem touches everyone, tonight men and women wept as I told of the wounding of Jason and the suffering caused by war. And because they wept I felt affirmed, honored and know I am doing what I am called to do. I have a voice that speaks to the truth of war-its destruction of life-mental, social, physical, emotional for the individual and the circle of communities in which we live. I know it motivates us to take action, to speak up, to not quit.
To envision a world without war and to enflesh it with our lives, our thoughts, our prayers.About 50 people attended, many gray hairs, many younger. A good mix. I was a speaker with a member of the Christian Peacemaker Teams Cliff who has just returned from N Iraq, the Kurdish area. One of the things that the CPT'ers have been doing because they were asked is to train Muslim Peacemaker Teams! and the Muslims of Iraq want to create teams with Sunni, Shiite and Kurd members! Isn't that hope for the future! The teams go where there is conflict and by their presence try to be witness for peace, being with those who are marginalized/oppressed. They are my heroes.
After mothers came up to me and offered support in this time of estrangement from Jason. They all said they would pray for healing for Jason and for our relationship. I say it is in the "hands of God" I do the same. But what most touched my heart was a man, probably 40's who came to me and told me the story of his mother's suicide after his brother's death in 1999. He said "You give me hope." That in a time of tragedy, you can speak, (not be silent/not commit suicide). He was very nice and my heart went out to him cause I could see he struggles with their deaths, it is very painful. He was covered with peace buttons. He seeks peace of heart.
He told me, "Your eyes sparkle, you are so young" (I had told everyone I just turned 65) He said, "I feel your energy, your face glows." I told him thank you and it was so because "I am where I am meant to be." Sharing the story of peacemaking after the wounding of war, I felt so alive tonight, I do not know why the Spirit of God within me moved. It had to be because of who was there, especially the Christian Peacemaker, Cliff and his wife. It was wonderful and a blessing.
If I never speak again, I know I have done what I am called to do. My words put something in motion. I do not know what, it is in the hands of God. The dream of Sophia for humanity-That we are one, all are brothers and sisters of one God of Evolution, and we must continue to grow.