The Nagasaki Man (a poem by Hudson Phillips):Posted: August 9, 2015
People were still negotiating their body space
Or ‘Centering’ as our church calls it,
so that God and souls could find one another
in the web of pew materials,
When a old man stood up and faced the people
with attention to the anniversary
of something that we did to others,
in what seemed like yesterday to him
at a place where there were cherry trees
and children and a cloudless sky
and hardly the place where one would
stop time and turn it all to clay.
“Today is the day that we bombed Nagasaki
Why, a second time?” He emphasized with a sigh.
We sang and we prayed
about the strange question
of the ‘Nagasaki Man.’
I told him later that I never
thought of it that way.