Sunday, February 18, 2007

War Grief Daily Witness Day 23



a personal note: I've been away and have not posted for almost a week. Today's embedded video interview with Ishmael Beah is provided in the spirit of hope.

8 comments:

RubDMC said...

for peace

olivia said...

peace

morrigan said...

I witness for peace.

"I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
from Dirge Without Music
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

anniethena said...

Peace, and witness

(unfortunately the video is not working for me.)

RubDMC said...

anniethena - try going to this site, and then clicking on Ishmael's interview.

http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/the_daily_show/videos/celebrity_interviews/index.jhtml

musing graze said...

For hope, and healing, and awareness.

I’ve Got Peace Like a River
(Traditional hymn, American)

I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river in my soul,
I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river in my soul.

I’ve got love like an ocean,
I’ve got love like an ocean,
I’ve got love like an ocean in my soul,
I’ve got love like an ocean,
I’ve got love like an ocean,
I’ve got love like an ocean in my soul.

I’ve got joy like a fountain,
I’ve got joy like a fountain,
I’ve got joy like a fountain in my soul,
I’ve got joy like a fountain,
I’ve got joy like a fountain,
I’ve got joy like a fountain in my soul.

Wasim said...

peace

Wasim said...

from "A BOY"
by C. Milosz

Standing on a boulder you cast a line,
Your bare feet rounded by the flickering water
Of your native river thick with water lilies.
And who are you, staring at the float
While you listen to echoes, the clatter of paddles?
What is the stimga you recieved, young master,
You who are ill with your apartness
And have one longing: to be just like the others?
I know your story and I learned your future.
Dressed as a Gypsy girl I could stop by the river
And tell your fortune: fame and a lot of money,
Without knowledge, though, of the price to be paid
Which one does not admit to the envious.
One thing is certain: in you, there are two natures.
The miserly, the prudent one against the generous.
For many years you will attempt to reconcile them
Till all your works have grown small
And you will prize only uncalculated gifts,
Greatheartedness, self-forgetful giving,
Without monuments, books, and human memory.