This is a time of peace. Or at least it is for me. Right here. Right now. In the safety of my home.
This is a time of prosperity. A time of endless possibilities. A time of hope, happiness & love. It is for me. And hopefully for you.
But this is also a time of war. A time of death. A time of threats. A time when fragile bonds might be broken. A time in which we walk a thin line; hand in hand or all alone.
Today, while I sit here behind my computer (coffee within reach, music playing & peace surrounding me like a familiar friend), people are out there suffering, starving & dying. Mothers, fathers, children. Lives falling away this very minute. As I type these words, I feel something that could be my soul, wondering how life works. Why must history always repeat itself, spinning round & round like a broken record? Why is it that we never seem to learn?
4th of May; our day to remember those who were killed or murdered during or after the Second World War.We stand together to remember & to honor the death. We stand side by side, stand tall and say; never again, never again.
But not far from where we stand conflict wins ground. Close to home dangerous games are being played, plans are made & promises are broken. And all of a sudden peace seems such a fragile word.
4th of May; a moment of silence in which I want remember & honor. Never again, never again like a mantra in my head. But also a moment to look around and realize what peace really means, how conflicts start and where war really comes from. Who am I in the bigger picture? Am I not too small to make a difference, not too insignificant to take a stand?
In this sacred moment of silence I wonder how far my voice might reach when I’d dare to stand tall & whisper;never again…
There was no alarm
No siren filling the sky
No warning sign
No soldiers striding into the streets
So, where did the war come from?