In the garden is no ear
With the left hand we hurl millions to fund the healing,
With the right hand we hurl billions to fund the killing.
The earth rocks in the cradle,
the inbalancing cradle.
Oil-drunk hawks do everything to heat up the earth,
facilitate its end...
Hiroshimized by water.
Global warmers see their fruit
layed out on beaches
set to flame by loved ones
then cheer as numbers rack up,
rack up in Iraq.
How hot is a MOAB?
Will Nature counter by bombing us
with ice?
Why do I fear
this is only just the beginning?
So soft and peaceful here.
In the garden is no ear
May the victims of this tragedy, and their friends and families, find peace, strength, patience, solace, wisdom and magnanimous love and charity. And may we, in our gardens, vow to make their suffering meaningful. This could literally be a watershed moment in world history. We can say no to War for all time, and say yes to helping people live better, more peaceful lives.
In the magnanimous outpouring from around the world, we see, as we knew we would see, that everyone has a heart. We are all better off, and we feel better about ourselves, and indeed are intrinsically better, when we act upon our higher natures.
But the suffering this time is so vast, and will certainly get much worse. By showing them that their suffering, and our response to their suffering, will make for a positive change in the way the world's people relate to one another, and that, indeed, we can set ourselves on such a corrective course...who knows? Maybe it can help alleviate some of the pain.
God help us all.
