Where We Meet
It takes Grace and Faith
to enter that treacherous place,
that space in between
where there is no bridge
where you must swim through waters
where there is no sea
where there is no edge.
There is the possibility
we meet in the field
of frequency.
Sound with no distinguishing marks
no syllables, nor characters
to separate hearts.
This time let us remember, so we cannot forget.
One grew old and died in the garden
crooked like an ancient tree.
Her value was measured in tasks.
forgotten by the time
her daughters children had children.
eventually lost to the past.
The other was killed amongst debris
stone, metal, and glass
forgotten fast as three breaths
no one left to remember
the song that whispered her depth.
The children who survived
remembered in their bodies
in their cells
not in words
thunder and lightening
that struck and burned
perpetuating pain
if we do not remember.
setting us free
if we do not forget.
These stories of woe
come from the world of War.
Yet in the Land of Before
The song sung was of a different score.
We were together,
always coming home
no-one was forgotten
life was not stolen.
We were whole
equal
one.
Every time we close our eyes
when open
we begin again.
We can begin again
Let us not forget
Let us not forget
The women and children will never forget.
