From a friend's mother...

[fleetfootmike]

Ever since the terrorist attack, I've been deeply troubled. Great rage and great sorrow have stormed through my heart. I scarcely knew myself and could not enter a state where I felt fit for prayer or meditation.

On some level, I think I was desperately trying to gain a sense of control through intellectual understanding or vengeful fantasies. But I, as an individual American, cannot control what the terrorists choose to do. I can only control my reaction to them. I must accept what they have done and will do, and learn from it.

I choose to see them as dark teachers. I learn in opposition. By defying them at the deepest level, I find my way.

They celebrate death,
so I will celebrate life.

They have no mercy,
so I will have compassion.

They are filled with hate.
I will fill myself with love.

They hate and fear women
I will love and honor my femininity.

They are vicious.
I will be kind.

They blame their problems on others.
I will take responsibility for mine.

They speak lies.
I will speak the truth.

They forbid music.
I will sing with joy.

They destroy.
I will create.

They see holiness in only one book, one city and a few buildings.
I will strive to see holiness in all of creation.

They believe acts of violence will lead them to an exalted heavenly afterlife.
I believe acts of kindness will create a bit of heaven here and now.

They claim to know God's will.
I will be humble and say I know it not.

They believe they are always right.
I will always hold the possibility I could be wrong.

They believe there is only one way.
I will be open to many ways.

They scream for war.
I will quiet my heart for peace.

They want me to be fearful.
I will be mindful instead.

They want me dead.
I will embrace my life and live it more fully.

~ Victoria Lisi