Continuing with Joy Mead’s Making Peace, the Tea Time group pondered peace last week, trying to leap from abstraction to concrete realities of peace and its lack in our lives, our world.
We took paper pebbles and wrote words of peace on them and made together a rock garden, a path, a wall, and a chaos (the chaos was mine).
Then, drawing random paper pebbles, we write our own peace poems. I drew “being not judgmental”.
| From kathy's photostream on Flickr |
How do I be not?
Whose skull shall I hold
aloft in my palm
when,
Hamlet-like,
I ask the
being not question?
What judgment shall
I not levy
in the court of my mind
today?
What tragedy shall I not write
with my judging eyes
today?
Whom shall I not hang
on the gallows
of my condemnation
today?
To be the judge
or not . . .
It is hardly a question
of course I shall judge you
It is my job
isn’t it?
