On a Veterans' Day in the Midst of Yet Another War

So very often,

Those who make decisions about waging war

Do not pay the consequences of war

And what I want for you

Although I know you are strong,

and brave,

Is to come home with all your fingers and toes

your arms and legs, yes

your beautiful faces, yes, and

your Whole soul.

I know pieces of my soul

are scattered

across Iraq, Afghanistan,

Syria and Lebanon

Palestine and Israel

and Central America

I saw a lot of war, after all,

and death

even though I never held a gun

I met a lot of young soldiers

who were alive, yet

something in them had died

or was slowly dying

I think about all who left

chunks of their souls

and perhaps also

chunks of their bodies

In Viet Nam, Korea, Germany

All over the earth

In ways most of us can only begin to fathom

And so we might say,

'Thank you for your service' today

It's harder to say,

'How are you...really?'

and to listen

It's painful to say,

'Here we are again...'

Heal your children, O Lord

Inside and out

Set aside the egos of the powerful

so no more of our young must die

or be destroyed

Bring forth among us healers,

so that we may work together

to heal our broken world

Because You have made this world

Beautiful,

O God,

And You

have created it

for Peace.

(c)2023 LCdM

Unholy War in a Land We Call 'Holy'

Perhaps, like myself, you are following the news from the land we call 'Holy,' with a mixture of grief, horror, and dread.

So many dead, in just a few brief days.

Even though twenty years have now passed since the years I lived there (2000-2003), I still think of my friends--both Palestinian and Israeli--every time I hear the news, which is nearly every day.

I am ever more firmly rooted in my belief that there is no military solution to this crisis. Every death, every killing, merely prolongs the conflict.

Killing civilians is wrong.

Targeting civilians is wrong.

'Civilians' is not a religion, a nationality, nor an ethnic group; but rather the people who choose not to be armed combatants-- they are children, mothers, the elderly, and people with disabilities. And yet so often, they pay the heaviest price in times of armed conflict.

There is no human life that is more valuable or precious than any other human being's life on this planet, regardless of religion, race, age, disability or ability, language, nationality, ethnicity, wealth or poverty, or any other human factor.

And even the mothers and families of armed combatants--whether those in an officially recognized military, or an unofficially-recognized 'militant group'--mourn their dead. And so often the ones who are sent to fight are not the ones who made the decisions to go to war.

The only path forward is one that recognizes the full humanity of each human person; full human and civil rights; a path that provides for each human being's need for food, shelter, water, clean air, an education and vocation; and the ability to live next to each other as neighbors in a civil society.

I believe such a path is possible, and I lament that so much time has been wasted pursuing so many other dead ends.