In silence I contemplate this
beautiful world,
with beautiful landscapes
and beautiful people,
with beautiful care
that’s there beyond the
shabby walls that shut us
out from each other’s
true eyes.
In silence I feel for the other,
for the sister and the brother
of this multitudinous family
that lives around me,
and in me,
and far away.
In silence I see into this
living soul that is my
good self,
my bad self,
my self of indifference
that views the other
with coloured eyes,
and I, in my silence,
am terrified by what
I see.
In silence I contemplate truth,
not as some ideal of absent gods
removed from flesh and blood
and the travail of tears,
but in the mess of humanity–
in living together rough, and working
out how we can be united,
clenching hand-in-hand
as sisters and brothers,
as family surviving together,
thriving together,
working together,
believing together
that heaven is possible,
even if it is not there at all.
In silence I contemplate beauty,
and it is you that I see.
19/10/2019