In the Garden

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Hatred breeds where darkness obscures

the beauty attached to cells

which split and divide with remarkable similarity;

every heart bleeds blood.

Every soul’s veins mark its skin in tattoos inked with life.

To decide that one of the Earth’s peoples should be obliterated

is to nominate one flower for destruction.

Would you choose the rose? Or the sweet pea?

Which deserves death?

What reasons could justify the removal

of one shade in the spectrum,

 pure Light knit whole?

Colours, textures, scents, flavours –

the loss of but one is to deny the rainbow its arc,

the garden its splendour.

What great catastrophe will be required to cut away the cataracts

 that blind us to our collective dignity?

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My heart is heavy as I consider some of the newsfeed I have read this morning. Will we never learn that hatred is ugly? That violence is evil? That each of us has a place in the Global Garden? What legacy will we leave to our children if we cannot learn to love our neighbours?

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Eternal Spring

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O temporary tomb,

O momentary mask,

you may have won the battle,

but you won’t have the last laugh.

Icy tentacles over the years

have but strengthened resolve

and built up resistance;

patience will finish its work

as Faith trumps treason.

Hope hangs onto higher hearth,

for true love conquers even death,

and ushers in

eternal spring…

Remember

Crystallized,

you’ve been caught in the cross-fire.

Guilty by association

until proven innocent,

you are made an example of,

put on display as one of the

Despised Ones

whose value, so miniscule,

can be bent and torn and frozen

with impunity by those of another caste.

Overwhelmed,

you forget that you are one of the

Chosen Ones,

whose value, so triumphant,

is impervious to any person, circumstance, war machine.

I am also of the fallen –

let me help you to

remember…

Morning Star

On Morning Star, my eyes’ delight,

I make this wish with all my might;

That children everywhere were taught

That they were precious, loved and sought;

That ‘hungry’ was an unused word,

And voices of the weak were heard;

That war was just a distant dream,

And people were just what they seem;

That Truth was held in high regard,

And Justice served the poor and scarred;

That medicine could cure disease

And hurricanes were just a breeze;

That hearts would see their neighbour’s worth,

And Love would glow across this earth –

O Morning Star, as you shine bright,

I make this wish with all my might…