The longer arm points to the camp
where I find prejudice and hurt
and hope
in the personal and local
I’m not so naive
as I’m growing, discerning
what to say
what to be thankful for
what to look to: a spiral of fear or the good that always comes
what feeds my spirit
it is easy to condemn, to fear
it is time to come together, to minister from where I am
it is time to jump in
with balance
with centered strength
with optimism
in the depths of my inside world
A poem caught in last night’s circle people finding their way with the trauma and terror in our times…