Pondering Rumi (and a little more)

I was thinking about our common love of Rumi.
I was thinking about our common love and prayer for a
more just and humane world.

Then I got sleepy...

Then I closed my eyes....

i heard voices of fear, screams of sorrow and anger.
i saw the buildings felled like trees....
once they stood like the majestic mountains...
forests of fire - ablaze with hatred.
hatred of a conquest...
hatred of an assumed master,
none more certain of this assumed relationship
the the master himself!

Your beloved Lebanon...
My beloved Ireland...

Our beloved Palestine...
the dwelling place of the bravest,
and yet occupied by the cowardly
and the least among us all*

The Zionist spilled blood and innocence on the Irish glen and green....
Who but the same beast...
now spills blood on the Palestinian hills and plains.

Who. but the Zionist will reap what they sow,
and lose what they now have.

I began pondering again of Rumi...
Our beloved Rumi.


G.M. Sexton