On the Beginning of War

Light. Color. Tar. Stones.
Things die. Become green.
Seasons no longer make sense.
There are roads and there are detours.
Maps become useless at a certain point
and you just drive.

About this poem

The headlines are full of the beginning of war in the Middle East. And I am trying to find peace. Trying to think of what I will say to my congregations tomorrow. We all think there are maps for this, but there never are,

Sending love and peace wherever these words land.

Tom