Debt

I hit a robin. I watched it die and then tossed it off the road. I felt so bad and guilty for showing disrespect for such a beautiful animal when I tossed it into the grass, thinking of a fox or racoon. I can not imagine the repressed pain of being a combat veteran. Being a soldier taking the programming, making people something other, the enemy, hated and to be killed, when somewhere inside, you know your relation, you know, deep down, the truth. So the pain goes deep and drags you down, the energy that it takes to repress the feelings of the truth, is enough to kill, in sickness or in a drunken rage. May all soldiers feel the balm of forgiveness and love.


MAY we turn our weapons into plowshares.