The following is my response to an e mail sent to me by one of my favorite City Council members.
What is your wish?
Will it bring real peace?
How can you help manifest it?
Here are some tools:
www.peaceoneday.org
www.citiesforpeace.org
In gratitude,
Colleen
Hi Marsha,
A sad thank you for sharing this - I don't recall ever hearing it.
It would be very easy to wish Mr.Cheney ill will on his way out; but in my book, wishing harm, is as bad as doing it.
I know very well how powerful wishes can be. I may have harmed myself just for wishing bad stuff on others.
If I wish him harm, I am no better than him - even with the ocean of blood on his hands.
I wish speedy legal justice would come to him, and all those responsible for the abuse, torture, and destruction of ALL precious lives; and our resources.
I wish him to see and feel the complete gravity of the many horrors which have manifested - because of his wishes.
I wish to see him cry from his emotional pain; and sincerely ask for forgiveness.
Then I wish to hear him say he wants, and will do everything he can, to bring about a cease fire; and let the healing begin, for our nation, all countries, and the earth's entire ecosystem.
In God's name, I pray these wishes become everyone's.
Amen
In peace & with love,
Colleen Fernald
-----Original Message-----
Sent: Saturday, June 26, 2010 10:06 AM
Subject: Posted on a BLOG, response to Cheney hospitalization
Master of War
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks.
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly.
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain.
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud.
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins.
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do.
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul.
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
Bob Dylan