A poem by Rabbi Paula Marcus
From Neve Shalom/Wahat al-Salam
Monday, October 31, 2011
Drinking from the oasis of peace
We find a place where dreams take form
Bearing the burden of difficult history
We breathe in stories of hope and pain.
Living together seems almost subversive
These children learn to speak both tongues.
And it's not always easy to navigate conflict
Mourning one soldier, a family's son.
Tom was too young when he died in an accident
Flying a mission, he never came home.
Where children now play his memory is cherished
"A boy of peace who died in war".
