Saturday, October 21, 2023

Column 10/21/2023: Pope Francis and the Third World War

Pope Francis and the Third World War

In the far-off year 2014, the sun shone, Barack Obama was President of the United States, The Hobbit: Battle of the Five Armies was released, and the top-selling song of the year was named "Happy." And the Pope of the Catholic Church announced the beginning of the Third World War. 

Amid the ever-repeated excitement of such scintillating mass-media events that year, few people in America noted or marked the centenary of World War I. While in Britain and France, this war is still clearly remembered--if nothing else for its devastating toll on the population and landscape--in America it has always been a forgotten war, a mere footnote on the path to World War II and global dominance. Still, events were held, here and there, most in Europe and a few in America, and to one of them the recently-elected Pope Francis came. While a South American by birth, he is also the descendant of Italian immigrants, who no doubt passed on some of the legacy and legend of the Great War to him. And so, in September, he visited a cemetery where soldiers from the Austro-Hungarian Empire, that great rival of united Italy, were buried, and mourned the dead, and prayed for them, and said a few words in reflection on the conflict in which they died, as Popes have done for many decades now in regular succession.

In doing so, however, Francis, as he so often does, went off script, and began reflecting on contemporary events. "Perhaps," he mused, "one can speak of a third world war, one fought piecemeal."

This is, so far as can be told, the first time Francis mentioned the concept, only a little over a year after his election. He has since used the phrase and concept of "a third world war fought piecemeal" over and over again, dozens if not hundreds of times, mentioning it with greater and greater frequency as time has gone on and the world has grown more unstable.

Many things could be said about Pope Francis, for good and for ill, in many different dimensions. I hope to eventually write more about him and his significance.

The point of this essay, however, is to say that about this, at least, he is right, and has been since 2014. Something fundamental has changed, and the world has begun to look back to and recapitulate the horrors of the 20th century. And this must be understood, and stopped, while there is still time.

Monday, October 9, 2023

Poem: Harvest

 Harvest


“The harvest is great,

but the laborers are few.”


gather flowers while you can

before the night dawns

and the frost rises

out of the deep


the wind begins to whisper

down down

from the icy peak


in just a little while

it will blow inexorable

sweep the heads off the stalks of grain

carry them away 

into the endless distance


if you do not pluck them

gather them into the warm barn

to be dried

and laid beneath the blanket

eternal rest

and shelter


already the green of the leaves fades

the sunlight darkens

there is little time


run!

out through the fields

down into the valleys

the icy gorges

by which the smallest flower springs


pull it up

by the roots

whole and complete


carry it

to safety


in the house

the fire is burning

drying the air

warming

giving life


there

they will be preserved

forever


she will wear them in her hair

and place them in her crystal vases

about the hearth

thirsty, drinking up water

and light


the grain will be ground

hardened in the fiery furnace

and set in his presence

there to abide

forever


are you frightened?

do not let it stay you


do you not see the shadow at the window

the winged thing

whose breath is poison?


already they begin to wilt

the stalks lowering

the life draining


are you sorrowful?

then labor all the faster


do you not smell

the burning in the air?

they are coming

to kindle the fields

and the forests

salt the earth


reach down, down, down into its depths

pull out the little sprouted seeds

reserves of life

only beginning

bear them to the temple


do not grow weary


you have only a little while

to labor


for the night is coming

in which no man can work


then you will rejoice


Amen