Morning Moon

just a muslim scimitar
but no single star in sight
clouds obscure the rest of sky

three so young are killed by hate
trusting they opened their door
though they’d seen his gun before

today’s dawn they will not see
moonlike from behind the clouds
they observe us as we cry

– Steve Shoemaker, Feb. 15, 2015

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About Gordon C. Stewart

I've always liked quiet. And, like most people, I've experienced the world's madness. "Be Still! Departure from Collective Madness" (Wipf and Stock Publishers, Jan. 2017) distills 47 years of experiencing stillness and madness as a campus minister and Presbyterian pastor (IL, WI, NY, OH, and MN), poverty criminal law firm executive director, and social commentator. Our cat Lady Barclay reminds me to calm down and be much more still than I would be without her.

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