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News on a March Full Moon - Poetry by David Plumb

I'm taking a little detour from my typical post tonight in order to publish this moving poem by a talented and eloquent writer. David Plumb's work is shaped by his own experience as a naval officer during the Vietnam War and by his profound empathy for those whose names are "whispered in the stars. Jessica, Daniel, Jeffrey, Patrick" -- names that "echo in blood, in guns, in storms."

Thank you, David, for reminding us who they are, and who we are as well.

Playing tuba

A poem written today at the Valley and Mountain Fellowship, Rainier Valley in Seattle. 

preaching consolation
I walk in beauty
my ears sharp to your voice
my eyes peeled for
any stray ray of light

when I visit the time and place
of my own death
I remember the future

when I feed the hungry
I feed my own soul
when I seek peace
I am delivered unto peace
when I listen to you
my voice is magnified

This I believe

soldiers huggingIn 2005 I produced a documentary film, Voices in Wartime, that uses poetry to explore the trauma of war, and over the past few years I have spent many hours talking to people about their experience of war. I’ve talked to classrooms full of students, and I’ve hosted community dialogues on war and trauma, and I’ve facilitated audience discussions after screenings of films about war.

James Corder on the Subway in NYC

James CorderIn the summer of 1973, I was the director of the Selma Inter-religious Project in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. The Selma Project was a support organization for civil rights activists working in small towns located in the rural Black Belt across central and southern Alabama, southern Mississippi, and the Florida panhandle. Most of our board members were black Baptist preachers, and I was a skinny 23-year-old white kid in charge of running the project and raising money.  

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