Peace and Joy!
Ed Schroeder
| President George W Bush | September 26, 2001 |
YOM KIPPUR FOR ALL AMERICANS -- CHRISTIANS AND MUSLIMS TOO!
Dear Mr. President,
Sincerely yours,
Edward H. Schroeder
P.S. Should you want some religious music for contexting such a venture, here are three options (two of them brand new) that have been called to my attention.
When sudden terror tears apart
The world we thought was ours,
We find how fragile strength can be,
How limited our powers.
As tower and fortress fall, we watch
With disbelieving stare
And numbly hear the anguished cries
That pierce the ash-filled air.
Yet most of all we are aware
Of emptiness and void:
Of lives cut short, of structures razed,
Of confidence destroyed.
From this abyss of doubt and fear
We grope for words to pray,
And hear our stammering tongues embrace
A timeless Kyrie.
Have mercy, Lord, give strength and peace,
And make our courage great;
Restrain our urge to seek revenge.
To turn our hurt to hate.
Help us to know your steadfast love,
Your presence near as breath;
Rekindle in our hearts the hope
Of life that conquers death.
Tune: C.M. (suggested tunes: BANGOR, DETROIT)
Or C.M.D. (suggested tune: THIRD MODE MELODY)
[Credit line: C2001 Hope Publishing Co., Carol Stream IL 60188 All rights reserved. Used by permission.]
Dear God, behold the crying, the anger in our eyes,
and danger reappearing as we cannot surmise.
Behold your world is mourning, we bow we bend we kneel.
O hear our grief unspoken and mysteries we feel.
We mold our steel to weapons, you turn them to plow shares.
We plan retaliation, you give us rules to care.
We bury dead remorseful, you raise us from the dead.
May we when finished crying believe the words you said.
Dear acorn in the forest, awake and face the light.
Dear children who are weeping, God holds you through the night.
For when the dark is over, there wakes a morning sun,
and what was dead is rising, and life again begun.
Dear Lord you chose the hillside to say the words we cry.
You know the hurt between us, you know the reason why.
When all our tears are finished and minds again hold still,
surround us with your mercy and lead us with your will.
For all who now go weeping with tears so deep inside,
give them a glimpse of seeing into the other side.
Forgiveness is the power you give us from the tree,
now open dim some beauty ahead for us to see.
And then, this older one--
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die;
The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us, But take away our pride.
From all that terror teaches, From lies of tongue and pen,
From all the easy speeches That comfort cruel men,
From sale and profanation Of honor, and the sword,
From sleep and from damnation, Deliver us, good Lord!
Tie in a living tether The prince and priest and thrall,
Bind all our lives together, Smite us and save us all;
In ire and exultation, Aflame with faith, and free,
Lift up a living nation, A single sword to thee.