To the Soldier, To the Veteran

These things I know:
The sound of your honor.
The power of your courage.
The blood of your wound.
The depth of your strength.
The terror that binds you.
The dread that remains.
Your dignity and your valor.
For these things we pray:
The sound of your laughter.
The power of your voice.
The blood of your yearning.
The depth of your healing.
The joy that frees you.
The hope that remains.
Your wholeness and your love.

— Anonymous


In Mary Oliver’s poem “The Place I Want to Get Back To,” the poet speaks of the woods, flowers, creatures, and light that she has loved for decades. The poem ends: “If you want to talk about this / come to visit. I live in the house / near the corner, which I have renamed / Gratitude.” Let us literally live in gratitude!

Weekly Newsletter 11/11/2018-11/17/2018