To See Him Again
by Gabriela Mistral

Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?

Or at the edge of a pale path
that encircles the farmlands,
or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
whitened by a shimmering moon?

Or beneath the forest's
luxuriant, raveled tresses
where, calling his name,
I was overtaken by the night?
Not in the grotto that returns
the echo of my cry?

Oh no. To see him again --
it would not matter where --
in heaven's deadwater
or inside the boiling vortex,
under serene moons or in bloodless fright!

To be with him...
every springtime and winter,
united in one anguished knot
around his bloody neck!

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Today is the first anniversary of the Madrid Massacre. Bomb blasts in packed commuter trains killed 191 innocents and maimed and mangled hundreds more. Their families, their friends, their country, the world remember them in silence today.

It is a good day to think about my connection to these murdered stangers and to the murderers. I know we are all connected to the one true spirit which is love, even those that try to sever the connection. I know that spirit was there last year strengthening those that saved others and welcoming those that passed away, but I find it hard to imagine that spirit was with the bombers. I've been taught that God is everywhere at all times and with all life. Accepting this is the key to enlightenment, peace, understanding and unconditional love. It must be what Christ meant when he taught us to turn the other cheek, to move on.

It takes a big spirit to accept this truth. I must do more to stretch mine and extend unconditional love even to those that destroy and hate.

Today, Spain gave a moment of collective silence to remember the innocents who were harmed last year. Here's an mp3 of the sound of a fountain in Spain that you can listen to if you have Winamp and connect to the collective healing that silence and nature and time brings.




May all beings know love and peace.