Awakening Peace

October 13, 2013

How could I have known, by his smile,
that he was the enemy? The kindness in his
eyes as he said goodbye stirred something
within me of which I had no memory.

It was familiar, though, the silence where
we met; the sacrosanct space where
demons of the past could no longer speak,
tamed as they have become by that in me,
and that in him, that nestled in the quiet
of a dimly beheld longing to be set free.

It was there, waiting, in the breath of the
stone god of my childhood as I reveled in the
awakening of Christ’s I AM in me.  It was there,
in the peace of Allah that shined through from
his heart as he turned to meet me.

It is here, in our shared sanctuary of hope
where promises of tomorrow stirs awake in
the quiet ache of our wounded history.
It was familiar, though, the silence where
we met; the sacrosanct space where
demons of the past could no longer speak,
tamed as they have become by that in me,
and that in him, that nestled in the quiet
of a dimly beheld longing to be set free.

It was there, waiting, in the breath of the
stone god of my childhood as I reveled in the
awakening of Christ’s I AM in me.  It was there,
in the peace of Allah that shined through from
his heart as he turned to meet me.

It is here, in our shared sanctuary of hope
where promises of tomorrow stirs awake in
the quiet ache of our wounded history.

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Bapa Bacron, a respected leader of the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) in Aleosan, North Cotabato (Mindanao, Philippines). July 26, 2013

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