Violence is as violence doEs
It could happen anywhere. Violence is a major part of our history and a major part of our present. Denial of our wish to forget, it speeps from our hidden wound. Daily. Violence is a way of the universe. It's as much a part of life as birth. The cross. Violent. Forsaken. Alone. Blood mixed with water. Life in anguish.
Nobody saw the signs. Maybe we are not supposed to. On this side. Intelligent anger. Rage. Not seen. Passed over. Love there too. No?
Now silence. Death had seemed so distant. Other worldly. Now demanding attention. An embrace. Care. What more can you do to me?
Please don't forget me.
Nobody saw the signs. Maybe we are not supposed to. On this side. Intelligent anger. Rage. Not seen. Passed over. Love there too. No?
Now silence. Death had seemed so distant. Other worldly. Now demanding attention. An embrace. Care. What more can you do to me?
Please don't forget me.
posted by Brett at 1:10 PM
2 Comments:
To honor the violence this weekend commemorates, I will put the rolaids and the Maalox back in the medicine cabinet and say:
I will not forget you. Nor Him.
Hope you and the family have a great Easter weekend. I'm enjoying the family at Annie's right now.
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