he made no sound laughing

he made no sound

laughing

his belly bobbed

his cheeks filled

he raised his hands

his body rolled

but he made no sound

laughing

like some child beaten

in silence he stood

in this zone-forbidden

this death-trap called "home"

joy flashed his eyes

where laughter could not move

in the joy of the moment

with laughter in his veins

with a smile on his face

he made no sound

laughing

*Christians are people whose idol is a criminal and whose earliest followers were killed for their criminality and on the words they shared.  When we call ourselves Christians or profess faith in Jesus, it is worth remembering our criminal past and the heretical roots of our communion  and ask ourselves if being Christian is worth dying for.

*Reflections of Jean Sulivan:

  -The Palestinian story is marked by a fundamental uprooting: the exodus, the wandering nomads.  Time takes in its sails.  You have no permanent dwelling place.

  -Thought eliminates the body to reach the universal.

  -To want to communicate is not to express oneself.  Be willing to speak in the dark, perhaps to stammer.  One takes what one can bear.  He who has ears to hear....Symbolic language laughs at preestablished meanings.  It provokes a vibration, opens up a space.  Both bold and humble, it doesn't pretend to wall in an inexpressible experience.  A trace, a suggestion, it reveals and veils at the same time, makes us want to continue to search for its source.  Instead of saying, "It's all in the head," from now on all you have to do is make an effort.