the time is coming
when anyone who kills you will think they are offering a service
This week I read about death,
bombs and nails,
and parents waiting for their children to come home after a concert.
the radical one kills in the name of God.
Not the God I know.
My God is love.
My God embraces my soul.
My God offers me peace, a reward for loving,
the weaving of history
shows my God and his God to be the same.
Sons of a dessert nomad,
we are brothers,
each having taken up weapons against the other.
I am not innocent,
neither are you,
of claiming victory in God's name.
But there is no reward
for killing even the most evil among us,
just the anguish of a God who is the essence of love.
copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr