The Word
In the beginning
was the Word, so they say.
God said the Word
was good, we are told,
so we rejoice in the Word.
But where is the Word
that stops bullets from flying,
bombs from falling,
and missiles from exploding?
Where is the Word that allows
people to come out from
huts and caves, to stand
listening to the silence?
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