As we drove home tonight my friend gasped and said: “Look at the beauty in that golden sunset!”
But all I could see was the napalm glare, then came the smell of the chemical, then the heat from crackling flames.
And all I could hear was the deep, painful cry of the wounded and tortured earth.
And in my mind I walked again through the agonies of hell.
And I wept for the beauty of a sunset’s gift.
And I cried for my friends who could not see it.
In my heart I am grateful for what I see.
In my mind I know searing pain and unrelenting grief.
If only my mind and my heart could embrace and look out upon the world together.
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