Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem By Dr. Maya Angelou

Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem

By Dr. Maya Angelou

Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.
Peace.
Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
Implore you, to stay a while with us.
So we may learn by your shimmering light
How to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.

On this platform of peace, we can create a language
To translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.

At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ
Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues at the coming of hope.
All the earth's tribes loosen their voices
To celebrate the promise of Peace.

We, Angels and Mortal's, Believers and Non-Believers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation.

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul.”

Downtown Talca 2010

Today, as I was working on the trauma healing project:  Roots in the Ruins: Hope in Trauma, I remembered the Feb. 27th, 2010 Earthquake....

Downtown Talca after the Earthquake

I walked downtown today

as I have countless times before,

crossing the main square to the post office

then heading up South One, the shopping street.

Weaving in and out, avoiding

people columned like dominoes

round the corner and

up the steps into the bank.

The lady selling band aids,

out-shouts other vendors,

and beggars,

and the music escaping from shops

to gulp down the morning breath of

coffee or fried food.

The policeman with the police dog watch

just like any other day.

It brings me up short.

I twist my head, ears straining

To fill in what is missing

behind the familiar noise…

Deafening silence.

I walk a little further and

stop.

I perceive

past the cacophony of

normalcy…

Screaming silence.

My heart skips

a beat

or two.

I, the one who loves silence,

   who pursues quiet

   like the photographer who seeks

   the prized instant

   when the shutter snaps and

   freezes time,

am frightened.

While others weep before the walls fallen,

  the holey roofs imprisoned behind the

  barrier of red warning tape,

  and the buildings condemned by orange

  spray paint crossing out another burial site,

I am engulfed by the

raging silence.

Two blocks, then three; and

silence hunts me down, a mountain lion

intent on its prey. My legs stay but my pounding

heart runs away, failing  gallantly

to imagine the stolen sounds

that left behind the

vacuum.

I turn into a busy street,

welcoming as never before,

the hum idling at a stoplight,

the screech of brakes,

the roar of revving motors, that

drown out the

silence

of downtown Talca after the

earthquake.

Elena Huegel

March 24, 2010

Seventh grade challenge

This week at the Shalom Center, we hosted a group of Seventh Graders from the Christian School of Curico along with eleven parents.  It was amazing to watch the newly trained challenge course instructors working with this energetic and intelligent class which has been known at the school as a "difficult" group. With a student who has cerebral palsy and is in a wheelchair, a half dozen diagnosed as hyperactive but taken off their meditations to go to school, and another with Asperger's syndrome, our greatest troubles came from overbearing parents!  The kids were fantastic!

This is the first time we have had a participant in a wheelchair at the Shalom Center, and even though we don't have the trails or the equipment for it, this young man with his good humor and wit, was the perfect introduction.  Thanks, Mauricio, we learned so much from you!

 

Challenge course with the choir directors from Curicó

Shalom Center: Organization for the environment and culture

Finally!  God does all things at the best time.  Las Friday, the Shalom Center Council, the new Shalom Center director, and representatives of the staff gathered in San Clemente to sign the paperwork for a new municipal social organization.  Under this new legality, the Shalom Center will be able to write projects and receive funding from the municipal government of San Clemente.  The Shalom Center is not yet a foundation, but this is the first step in the process. 

Equilibrium

Equilibrium

I am the weight hanging on a chain linked to God.

God sustains to center point

I swing from end to end.

I extend to the tip of the arc;

God comes along, firmly attached to my middle

And tugging at the end of the stretch.

I fling past the medium

Barely catching my balance before I am off again

Flying futher up and further away on the other side.

Back and forth: joy versus grief, peace versus torment.

Back and forth: growth versus stability, dreams versus apathy.

Back and forth: alone versus company, energy versus exhaustion.

Will the waltz slow as I grow old?

The connection to heaven will tenderly guide me

With grace to perfect equilibrium.

April 30, 2000

Curicó, Chile

Elena Huegel

I´d write for you a rainbow

I´D WRITE FOR YOU A RAINBOW

by Ann Weems

If I could, I´d write for you a

rainbow

And splash it with all the

colors of God

And hang it in the widow of

your being

So that each new God´s

morning

Your eyes would open first

To Hope and Promise.

If I could, I´sd wipe away

your tears

And hold you close forever in

shalom.

But God never promised I

could suffer for you,

Only promised I could love you.

That I do.