Today, many people remember those who have been killed in war. We are reminded of the great absences in the lives of families; and of lives cut short in battle. Perhaps we also think about the way our lives are interlinked, the way that war changes the present and the future, and wish for there to be a working together for good and not the drive to fight.
I offer this poem by James Berry, as a moment for reflection. We have been thinking about what we experience through the senses and wonder if we might write a short poem of benediction, of blessing. Think about the meanings of ‘hear’, ‘see’, ‘feel’ ‘touch’; not simply the physical sense but the emotional sensePerhaps we could give thanks for something experienced through one or more of the senses and thanks for something that binds us together.
Benediction Thanks for the ear that someone may hear Thanks to seeing that someone may see Thanks to feeling that someone may feel Thanks to touch that one may be touched Thanks to flowering of white moon and spreading shawl of black night holding villages and cities together James Berry