Saturday, December 30, 2017

you fill in the blank

Herod ordered the massacre of all the boys two years old 
and under in Bethlehem and its environs ... 
What was said through Jeremiah 
the prophet was then fulfilled:
"A cry was heard at Ramah
sobbing and loud lamentation;
Rachel bewailing her children;
no comfort for her, since they are no more."
Matthew 2: 16, 18

Photo credit: Stella Jaring

We see him every morning
as we walk in silence to Birkenau
place of nightmares and darkness and fear
the very worst of what human beings can do to each other

the little ginger kitten who crosses our path
knows nothing of this
he only knows that this rail car
(preserved so that people will never forget
never forget)
is a marvelous jungle gym
just across the path from his house

jumping and climbing and exploring
on this incredible toy of his
then trotting back to his children
who pet and love and delight in him
who swing and slide and giggle in their yard
just across the path from the rail car
mirroring the faces of the wee ones
carried to their deaths
never forget
never forget

Life is beautiful
life is terrifying
life is mystery
rolled into joy into horror into trust into grief into
a little orange kitten
playing on a death wagon
oh so many years later
to remind us that __________

well, you fill in the blank.


tú llena el espacio

Herodes mandó matar a todos los niños menores de dos años
que había en Belén y sus alrededores ...
Entonces se vio realizado lo que anunció el profeta Jeremías:

En Ramá, se oyeron gritos, grandes sollozos y lamentos.
Es Raquel que no quiere consolarse porque llora a sus hijos muertos.
Mateo 2: 16, 18


                            Foto de Stella Jaring

Lo vemos todas las mañanas
mientras caminamos en silencio a Birkenau
lugar de pesadillas y oscuridad y terror
lo peor de lo que los seres humanos pueden hacerse el uno al otro

el gatito anaranjado que cruza nuestro sendero
no sabe nada de esto
sólo sabe que este carro de ferrocarril
(preservado para que la gente jamás olvide
jamás olvide)
es un juego infantil maravilloso
al otro lado del sendero de su casa

saltando y subiendo y explorando
en este increíble juguete
luego corriendo a sus niños 
que lo acarician y aman y se deleitan en él
que columpian y resbalan y rien en su patio 
justo al otro lado del sendero del carro de ferrocarril
reflejando las caras de los pequeños
llevados a sus muertes
jamás olvide
jamás olvide

La vida es bella
la vida es horrífica
la vida es misterio
envuelto en alegría en horror en confianza en duelo en
un gatito anaranjado
jugando en un carro de muerte
tantos años después
para recordarnos que __________

pues, tú llena el espacio.






Tuesday, December 19, 2017

You're a mean one, Mr. Trump

(with apologies to The Grinch)


You're a mean one, Mr. Trump.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Trump,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

The man who was elected President by the Electoral College (not the people) thought it would be a good idea to ignore the 5th anniversary of the Sandy Hook Elementary School Massacre. Nicole Hockley, mother of one of those precious children who were gunned down, described how it felt: "Not only did he ignore the 5-year remembrance completely — not even a single tweet — he slapped us all in the face by having none other than NRA President Wayne LaPierre at his White House Christmas party that night. The appalling lack of humanity and decency has not gone unnoticed."

You're a foul one, Mr. Trump.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Trump,
Given a choice between the two of you, I'd take the seasick crocodile!

Today, when an Amtrak train flew off an overpass and landed on Interstate 5, just down the road from my house, the man who was elected President by the Electoral College (not the people) thought it would be a good idea to ignore the victims of the horrific crash and tweet instead about his non-existent infrastructure plan:

The train accident that just occurred in DuPont, WA shows more than ever why our soon to be submitted intrastructure plan must be approved quickly. Seven trillion dollars spent in the Middle East while our roads, bridges, tunnels, railways (and more) crumble! Not for long!

Apparently his minions scrambled quickly to get him to offer sympathy for the victims, and a kinder, gentler tweet appeared about ten minutes later.

The minions are always scrambling.

You're a foul one, Mr. Trump.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Trump,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
"Stink, stank, stunk!"

This man who was elected President by the Electoral College (not the people) is cruel, hateful, boorish, ignorant, and extremely dangerous. This is not news. It's just that today ~ maybe because the train tragedy hit so close to home ~ I was gobsmacked by how ashamed I am that he is our President.

Dorothy Day, founder of the Catholic Worker Movement, once said: "We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community."
Love and community are kryptonite for bullies. There is nothing more threatening to this man who was elected President by the Electoral College (not the people). Breaking down barriers and shining light on schemes and walls and every other attempt to divide and dehumanize us ~ that's what love and community can do; and in our current reality, that is what we must do.

You're a monster, Mr. Trump,
Your heart's an empty hole . . .

We have no intention of falling into it.


                           ¡Feliz Navidad!