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International Day of Peace 2016: "Building Blocks"

Wed, 09/21/2016 - 4:54pm
Here's the poem I wrote and read for the student-organized International Day of Peace gathering in Bridge Square on Wednesday, September 21. It's dedicated to the young people of our community, who have so much to teach us about making a more peaceful world.

Building Blocks
“Establishing a lasting peace is the work of education.”--Maria Montessori

Last night I woke to thunder. Safe under my roof, I lay awake listening as it rolled eastward, followed by the peacefulness of rain. In the morning, children bloomedin bright colors on the bus corners,teachers in still classrooms waitedfor the calm to shatter into life. There in the bustle and the noisewere the beginnings of peace. Elsewhere, bombs fall and scatterfear, like shrapnel edgingcloser to our hearts. If all we carryfrom the rubble is our hate, then this is what we build. We closethe borders of ourselves. But last nightI heard a young Assyrian woman,whose father’s village had been bombed,whose people had sufferedfrom centuries of genocide and war, talk about Montessori school,where she learned that we must be the building blocks of peace. Montessori had such a simple idea:teach our children to make peace,and let them show us how it’s done.
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The Acting Cashier

Wed, 09/07/2016 - 12:53pm
Today, one hundred an forty years to the day after the bank raid, people of Northfield gathered to honor Joseph Lee Heywood, the acting cashier of the bank on the day the James-Younger Gang rode into town, who was murdered for refusing to open the safe and hand over the money deposited there. The speakers at today's graveside service in Northfield Cemetery were Pastor Duane Everson, Mayor Dana Graham, David Mucha (vice-president of the Northfield Historical Society), Fred Rogers (treasurer, Carleton College), and Rob Hardy (Northfield Poet Laureate). I concluded the program with a reading of this poem I wrote for the occasion.

The Acting Cashier

One hundred forty years ago, he was deposited in this groundlike a bond that bears its interest once a year. As if a time-lock had opened, the street in front of the bankfills with the citizens of 1876. At scheduled times,unreconstructed outlaws spur their horses into town,shots are fired, and Joseph Lee Heywood liveshis last moments for the crowd. At night, carnival lightsilluminate the town. But before the crowds have gathered,here in this quieter place, we remember an ordinary man—a man who worked and prayed with other ordinary people,who in his ordinariness might never have been knownif a single moment hadn’t cast him as a hero. We cannot allbe heroes, but we can all be so remarkably ordinary—so humble, so generous in giving of ourselves, so steadfastin our refusal to stand aside for what we know is wrong. Who was this man who lies in the vaulted earth beneath our feet?We can only know him by knowing each other. The faithfulness of his life cannot be reenacted, it can only be lived. This is the dividend he pays:his life, divided among all of us, to be lived together.
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