we sat on the grasson the stepsstood, leanedwaited –some brought chairs forthe elderly, the frail we came with empty hands,old wounds and wordsthat burned holes in our tonguesand kept us silent for years,we came with new ideasand shared concernswe came with love – we gathered because it is timebecause there is a childon the street…
who are we when we wake in the morning to light that slants through tree and glass and window and birds that sing of wonder and love and yet racism still beats its ugly heart in our community our neighbourhood the table where we gather to eat. who are we when we let silence be…