Monday, October 19, 2009

PEACE


PEACE

They woke me this morning

to tell me my brother had been killed in battle.

Yet in the garden, uncurling moist petals,

a new rose blooms on the bush.

And I am alive, can still breathe the fragrance of roses and dung,

eat, pray and sleep.

But when can I break my long silence?

When can I speak the unuttered words that are choking me.

poem by
NHAT HANH
drawing by
VO-DINH

IN MEMORIAM: Vietnam 1961 - 1973

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