Category Archives: peace

Home in the Midst of War

I am thrilled and honored to have a personal essay included in the recent publication of Coordinates, a digital multi-media magazine jointly published by World BEYOND War and The Sahira Collective. This beautiful magazine is full of powerful poems, artwork and essays by writers and artists from around the world, each reflecting on the notion of home and how it can become mangled and transformed, both physically and emotionally, during and after violent conflict.

My story entitled “A Glassful of Peace” describes my disorientation and loss of American identity soon after 911, my return to Egypt afterwards where I and my husband were living at the time, and our celebration of the Iftar feast with Mr. Mohammed and his family during Ramadan.

War not only unsettles, uproots, and even destroys the places we once called home. War can also bring our identity into crisis and upheaval. Coordinates is full of poignant and heartfelt stories and works of art that ask and attempt to answer difficult, yet very human, questions: What are our coordinates when home is violently torn away from us? And how do we redraw our place of being, peace, and safety in the aftermath?

You can also download the magazine here.

Posts from Christmas Past

We are less than ten days before Christmas and the 2025 is nearly finished. Here are some past Christmas posts that you might like to read between all that you need/should/ought/want/and don’t want to do. During this time of year full of darkness, I hope you can find a moment to reflect on the beauty, light, and love that is also in our midst.

Bird painting by Tagore

(Catherine, 3 years and 9 months).

“Here lies our human dignity”

Holy Saturday, the day between the crucifixion and resurrection

I wrote and published this poem last year, and I am greatly sadden to republish it.

Good Friday 2024

Democracy died in Gaza.
Buried under the rubble
alongside the children
their homes bombed
dreams shattered.
Love crucified.

International law died in Gaza.
Nailed to the cross
alongside human rights
women’s rights
children’s rights.
Starved to death with the children
shell-shocked and orphaned.

Justice died in Gaza.
Buried under the rubble
underneath the relentless
bombardment of propaganda
and blatant lies.
Wearing a crown of thorns.
A mockery of righteousness.

A sword pierces the heart of humanity.
To quench our thirst —
Nothing but a raised sponge of vinegar.

Dice are rolled to split seaside property
over dead bodies of children.
Women at the feet of the cross
can only weep.
Pull their hair.
Swoon.

Humanity died in Gaza.
We lie buried under the rubble.
Our voices for peace
unheeded, unheard
despite our desperate screams…
Stop. Stop. Please stop this brutal madness.

A sign nailed at the foot of the cross
in all languages…
“Here lies our human dignity.”
And the sky darkens
all over the Earth.

Catherine Ann Lombard
29 March 2024