Monday in the Waiting Room
How hard to be you; how hard to be me.
I walk a path I struggle to see.
You walk a path I cannot share;
You walk a path I do not dare.
I dreamt I wanted to be you,
And fed my anger and my rue.
Now I look and glimpse your heart;
I clasp myself, content to play my part.
How hard to be you,
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The arms merchants recruit the awful hungers
of the power mongers and trim their synapses
Then power mongers hypnotically whisper
to the shamed and lonely ones filled with rigid angers
and find the hungriest to bombast
“the Others are thieves who want
what’s ours. Stop them. Guns!
guns, guns, guns.”
Making ghosts of our children.
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Welcome Lunch in Canada
The Syrian family has arrived in Oakville. They are being supported by the interfaith group , ACT (Abraham’s Children Together) made up of
They, and local supporters, enjoyed a delicious welcoming lunch.
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Christmas is a time of
difficulties and disappointments,
And other losses.
The dogs of hope
snap at the turkey bits
they’ve been whining for
and drop them, snarling.
Joys are seen
backwards in mirrors:
coloured lights on others’ houses
as I drive away.
And yet …
and yet in the darkness
some small light, hidden,
that I can hold
… Read more Christmas Wrong