Yeah, right.

I was pointed to the Waging Peace website by a post to a mail list I’m on. And on the front page there was a nice poem:

Wage Peace

Wage Peace with your breath.

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

Breathe in terrorists
Breathe out sleeping children and fresh mown fields.

Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.

Breathe in the fallen and breathe out life long relationships intact.

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

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

Make soup.

Play music; learn the word “thank you” in 3 languages.

Learn to knit: make a hat.

Think of chaos as dancing raspberries.

Imagine grief
as the outbreak of beauty or gesture of fish.

Swim for the other side.

Wage peace.

Never has the word seemed so fresh and precious.

Have a cup of tea and rejoice.

Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.

— Judyth Hill

Might sound a bit Pollyanna-ish to a lot of Good Christian Folks out there, but so does a lot of what Jesus said re: the Beatitudes and all that “turn the other cheek” stuff. What I call the “yeah, right” Gospels. People read them and say “Yeah, right. Like that’s gonna happen.”

And that is my task — to go beyond the “Yeah, right” reflex and have faith. I mean, common sense is so….common.

Faith is un-common. Faith doesn’t always make sense.

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