Steve Nolan


Stained Glass

On the anniversary of the only atomic weapons ever used, this poem comes from thoughts about the horrors of war and the collateral damage that always results, whether WWII, Vietnam, or what I witnessed in Afghanistan. It’s true that you can’t meditate Hitler out of Poland or Putin out of Ukraine, but the cost of war takes it’s toll on the most innocent and stretches the credulity of our deepest religious convictions.

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