It wasn’t your fault
that when you were three
bullets fell like rain
and blood ran down the road
flooding streets with pain
of a war nobody wanted
Keep moving
Tag: compassion
The Border Line (World Refugee Day)
The Border Line (World Refugee Day) The problem is with the seeing. If you never see their pain You’d never feel it Wrap around your heart, Quickening it’s beat. Squeezing you to act. The problem is with the hearing. If you never hear the sounds of deep despair you’ll never know it, deep within your…
Beauty Loves the Beast
I decided to post something a little different this month; A little work of fiction, with a hint perhaps of non fiction… ‘People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.’ …
I See You.
I pulled the car out of the white-water rush of traffic, parked and jumped out. I was in search of last minute potatoes in the middle of down town Kingston rush hour. Traffic fumes assaulted the senses at every turn, traffic noise beat at ear drums, a cacophony of chaos. The small street stall had…
‘Love Is As Love Does…’
Laughter fills the air in our kids club birthday celebrations, laughter, shouting, energetic glee, all seasoned with a pinch of mayhem and a cup full of chaos. Every child gets cake, every birthday-child gets a gift, and every leader get exhausted. It was just after one of these crazy birthday programmes that Kelecia (one of…
The Human Moment
I looked out my kitchen window. My daughter was in the front drive perched in an unsteady lean on her bicycle, one foot planted on the ground, the other on the peddle. She was talking with Alex, the young man who sometimes worked in our yard. He stooped down as he listened to her soft…
