Weekend Meditation: Poem for Memorial Day

Weekend Meditation: Poem for Memorial Day

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Dana Velden
May 30, 2010
Red Brocade by Naomi Shihab Nye The Arabs used to say, When a stranger appears at your door, feed him for three days before asking who he is, where he’s come from, where he’s headed. That way, he’ll have strength enough to answer. Or, by then you’ll be such good friends you don’t care. Let’s go back to that. Rice? Pine Nuts? Here, take the red brocade pillow. My child will serve water to your horse. No, I was not busy when you came! I was not preparing to be busy. That’s the armor everyone put on to pretend they had a purpose in the world. I refuse to be claimed. Your plate is waiting. We will snip fresh mint into your tea. © 2002 by Naomi Shihab Nye, from 19 Varieties of Gazelle: Poems of the Middle East. (Image: Dana Velden)
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