POEM: Navy Yard Killings

Navy Yard Killings

In these times
Of senseless killings
Nations seek a return
To sensible killings

There are many levels of .  There are perhaps even more levels of when it comes to killing.  I am not surprised at all that mass killings by “” shooters rip the out of a nation and its citizenry.  I am more surprised that killings as part of an industry, a solemnly premeditated of power unparalleled in human , are accepted as routine, “ as usual.”  Even as these shootings rip our hearts out, as a nation we seem stuck in a place where such killings seem to be a new .  The most recent mass killings happening at a Navy shipyard juxtapose these two seemingly separate realities with some .  Is the convergence of accepting as a new , as unavoidable, crazy mass killings within our borders in “civilian” settings somehow related to our longstanding societal of war and other “extrajudicial” killings.  I suspect that they may be.  Nevertheless, I hope that our experiences as victims of helps us develop and for those routinized situations where we are the perpetrators of .   , in the memorial service for the twelve people murdered at the navy shipyard, quoted the ancient Greek poet, Aeschylus:

“Even in our ,
pain which cannot forget
falls drop by drop upon the until…
in our despair,
against our will,
comes wisdom through the awful grace of .”

May we gain a wisdom through our awful losses, a wisdom that transcends .  As the dead continue to speak to us, through our grief, let ’s awful grace remind us that every one of us is loved — by family, friends, neighbors, — regardless of our as victim and/or perpetrator.  And may this unconditional love, the awful grace of , reigning on the just and the unjust, transform us into a peaceful people, at home and abroad.

I of the day when the violence of war will be as unacceptable as /human trafficking.  Only when nations lay aside their weapons will the peace where one side fits all become a .  God’s awful grace demands it.

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