Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

Behold this empty space between your certainty and mine, this area of sunlight free of claim and counterclaim, this bright meadow where no one has shouted, bullied, or begged, where butterflies are sovereign, where birdsong is our legislation, where you walk and I could walk out into the open, look around, and speak - first of children, then of our dreams, and only then of the work we will do together,

Ask about your enemy's wounds and scars. Feed your enemy's children.Seek his hidden cause of trouble. Learn their word for  home. Repair their well. Learn their sorrow's history. Trace their lineage of the good. Ask them for a song. Make tea. Bake bread.

Whereas the world is a house on fire, Whereas the nations are filled with shouting, Whereas hope seems small, sometimes    a single bird on a wire    left by migration behind. Whereas kindness is seldom in the news    and peace an abstraction   while war is real; Whereas words are all I have, Whereas my life is short, Whereas I am afraid; Whereas I am free- despite all    fire and anger and fear; Be it therefore resolved a song    shall be my calling - a song    not yet made shall be vocation    and peaceful words the work    of my remaining days.