At Half-Mast

November 5th, 2009

I am at half-mast.
I am no hawk, colors flying, blazing defiance.
I am no dove, flag furled in shame.
I am at half-mast, in mourning for all that is broken:
For a world broken, in which two nations whose religions preach peace are at war. A world broken, where the only way we know to try and stop violence is by violence.
For a mind broken by its inability to contain these dichotomies. A man who became so broken that he killed those he was supposed to help and heal.
For the lives, families, friendships, trust, and security broken by his actions.
I am at half-mast, hoping against hope that healing may come to our brokenness.

© John M. Munzer