Sunday, February 26, 2006


Originally uploaded by sume.

Written after the bombing in Samarra and the violence that followed. As always, an appeal for peace from your resident tree-hugger. Also published on Muslim

Umma mother,
can you conceive your burden?
A radiant belly swelling upward
toward the sky, heavy
with communion between yourself
and your Adored One
is but evidence
of what you must bear.
With each waning of the moon,
your mind consumes a little more
of the heart that sustains you;
awareness eating itself
into oblivion.
What have you borne this day?
You cradle a child with no soul
biting its own hand
as it bleeds between teeth
cut on your empty breast.
Who will be left
to mourn you when at last
your offspring turns
its sightless, greedy eyes
toward your hollow flesh
and with yawning jaws
strips you of all that is sacred? mother,
your golden sons and daughters
and how they bled for you.
Cast away this divided child
or will you stand by
as it digs up the graves
of those who lived and died for you
and do nothing as it gnaws on their bones?
Gather yourself with arms
of love and understanding,
hold tight to the promise;
the light your Adored One
first beheld in you.
Call softly to your children
with the voice of compassion
in rememberance of your First Born
and they will crowd around your feet
with arms stretching toward the sky
waiting for you
to lift them up in familiar arms
and kiss away their tears
as you begin the journey home.

-written by sume

Uploaded by sume on 25 Feb '06, 5.35pm PST.


by Gretwork

the time
from time
when peace
sat hopeful
like a frozen lake
in spring
like a shadow
positioning itself
on the other side
of the sun
and now the killing
the abductions
and the bombing
continue near brothers
separated by a
few words of ideology
swept forward by the steam
of blood boiling
ignited by the passion
of syntax
read and interpreted
by mere mortals
unless there is a sharp break
there will be no salvation
from retribution
not denying belief
but read what is said
God is merciful
and is our finest example

the time
from time to time
when peace
sat hopeful
like a frozen lake
in spring
like a shadow
positioning itself
on the other side
of the sun
like the prayer
for a cloudy day
to disperse the shadows


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©2006 Frederick D. Perry, All Rights Reserved

What beautiful images you share with us sume thank you as always. We pray for PEACE.

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