The following poem was written by my 16-year-old daughter, Rachel. She wrote it for a class when they were studying World War II. But obviously the thoughts that flowed for her are are timeless. And so timely.
My invitation is to consider who the they in your world right now. And then pause to observe what thoughts come to your mind and heart. Feel free to share your thoughts below in the comments section, if you feel so inspired.
Them and Us
They become they when they start shooting
When they begin to fire at our lines and
We become we when we defend those around us
When we fire back at THEM.
Because they are they and we are we
All of a sudden they are not people;
They are a group, a congregation of bodies never seen with backgrounds
Or lives, no families, at least not like OURS.
Until you meet one of THEM.
Abruptly, they turns into him
And he is not part of a group, a congregation
He is good, he is kind, he is an individual, he understands everything I do.
He is like ME.
He hates the war, he wants it over
Doesn’t care which side wins as long as it ends
Doesn’t want to keep shooting knowing that, just like him, we too have
Mothers waiting at home for US.
And now we are both sides of the fight
Not split into them and us
Not separated into what we used to be; we understand each other because
We are EACH OTHER.
All of a sudden, we are all HUMAN.