Widows Richelle Hecker, right, and Ursula Pirtle hug at a help center for families of fallen soldiers located at
(AP Photo/LM Otero)
Letter From
by John Brandi
Friends, let us wake with disbelief
bare our souls, tell our stories, lose our eyes,
become vagrants of the Sea.
Let us seek the heat
of the kernel that feeds in the dark
and step aside of men whose twisted lips
pretend to lead, but are not real
in their pursuit of war.
We've already seen years
of massacre, hydrogen light the night,
children with ruined eyes, tortured by what
no one should ever see.
Let us leave our security,
open our memory, bring flowers
from the storm, write letters that become
sanctuaries, so that we ourselves
may become sanctuaries.
Friends, a dream
runs up to me smiling. I call on you
to see in the dark, to finish
the song inside you.
3 comments:
for peace
For peace
I witness
For all the victims.
Peace.
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