When will this madness end? Murder and racism in our nation. Terrorism and death around the world. In the spirit of Emily Dickinson, and from my own broken heart's outpouring, a letter to our despairing world:
All Life’s People sing their cry
To render hearts open wide
To see and honor Precious Soul
To honor Life’s Creation
Created by Creator of One and All
How then can we kill each other
In these days of ceaseless sorrow
Prayers for Freedom's Blessing
Pray we heed the deepest call
Beyond illusion and not knowing
Beyond not caring and unfeeling
Beyond imagining hate can ever
Speak for Love
For Life holds Every Spirit in Her arms
Crying out for All to hear:
I am mother, I am father!
I am sister, I am brother!
I am all colors and all faiths!
I am the beloved child!
I am here and I belong!
You have no right to silence me!
You have no right to murder me!
My blood is on your hands!
When did you forget or did you not know
I Am That I Am is Life taken form
And Love is the only language
Inside us all a child’s heart
Inside us all a child’s hope
Inside us all a child’s song
Pray we listen to Life’s heart break
Cries of pain fueled fear and anger
Cries for respect and understanding
Pray us now for peace that lasts
Beyond the rage, cruelty, and brutality
That feeds on death as if it were life
Pray our wounds heal completely
Pray we honor Thou Who Art
Highest Upon High
The Soul of the World
Elixir of Life
Freedom weeps from Life's annihilation
Grieving murdered Spirit Souls
Whose own Songs of Freedom
Lie dead upon their lips
Like Phoenix Birds may we rise from ash
Winged Messengers Witnessing Truth
May Prayers beyond tears turn to Love
And may this poem enter all hearts
Freedom's Song of Sorrow
by Diane Kaufman, MD
Independence Day: July 4, 2016
Days of Sorrow: July 5, 6, and 7, 2016
Day of Horror: July 14, 2016
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