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Showing posts with label calendar 3. Show all posts

06 September 2015

Refugees


A woman holds a placard reading “Welcome refugees” during a demonstration in support of asylum seekers in the French capital city of Paris on September 5, 2015. ©AFP
Demonstration in support of asylum seekers
in Paris on September 5, 2015. ©AFP


  
Build strong bridges and 
backs to carry more
world-weary weight with 
age (both earth’s and ours).

Tell border-crossing 
tales.  Communicate
in movement.  Show, don’t 
tell, that all can hear.

Are you more hungry, 
curious or scared?
Exchanging hopes in 
silent boats and trains.

With many rivers 
to cross before you
find welcome signs in 
lonely hands and eyes.

If you ever stumble 
across the kind
and curious, surprised 
by their own love.

Orphans have waited 
long and home-lessly,
their parents gone and 
dream time aborted.

But you must hold your 
hope like wooden rafts
as if there were no 
other food and drink.

And you must find our 
open door and stores,
we wee last remnants 
of humanity.





Read more poetry at Poets United Poetry Pantry #268


Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast





03 March 2014

Water from the Well

File:Rainbow At Maraetai Beach New Zealand.jpg
Rainbow over the Hauraki Gulf by Tomwsulcer and Haley Sulcer


            Long time past I believed God was a joke
community played on innocent by-
standers—a “Look Up!” game that we joined so
no one would know we had been taken in.
I was entranced by images of God
but more so by coincidence and land-
and city-scapes that draped me with their moods:
invisible presences whispering.

“I am; we are” breathed God repeatedly
until I heard the unambiguous
inhale~exhale~heart beat~inhale~exhale
of now upheld by past and leading on.
I am not joking when I say that thirst
led me past mirages to real water. 



Posted at Poets United 

Poetry Pantry #192.


Copyright © 2014  S.L.Chast