November 8 & 9, 2002: Bake Against Violence

American Flatbread – Flatbread Kitchen

Dedication

Friday and Saturday, November 8 and 9, 2002

Tonight’s menu and baking are dedicated to

Bake Against Violence

I usually don’t bake against something.

But tonight I am.

I am against the convulsive response

That has caused an uncounted anguish.

Uncounted, and only uncountable

Because it’s true measure would overwhelm

Our souls.

The sounds of war drown out the songs of birds;

At any given moment on any given day

(Every day is given-every day is a gift)

There are bullets in midair, pointed at someone,

Bearing down on their living, breathing targets

At 2200 feet per second

All these targets are someone else’s love-

Their mother or father or spouse or child, or friend.

And all because we would not or could not listen;

Because of our fears and prejudices and misunderstandings.

Too often we stand, as confused wolves at each other’s throats.

It is natural that we do not always agree. How can we live with our disagreements?

Someday, we will come to a place that understands that war is a terrible way to resolve our differences. Someday, we will hear the rattling of sabers as a call for help. All who sit at the table of creation are loved.

Thank you for coming tonight.

Love,

George

November 8 & 9, 2002: Bake Against Violence

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