War reminds me of our vulnerability:
this fragile web of connection across
this blue dot, stretched with hate,
torn with guns and bombs and incendiary
religious-speak that serves the Master
that is inhumanity, bows to the Lord, destruction.

But here in my garden, among the trees, with
this family of smiles, I build a microcosm of peace,
and restore the web that links life-to-life in this
beautiful connection that resists disruption and is
my shelter apart from the apprehension of the world.

I wish, how I wish, that I could stretch this
web of life-itself from my small corner across the
world for the cause of life, for the children,
for prosperity, and make it as strong as steel
to resist the Master, inhumanity, and the Lord
destruction, all that want to turn blue to brown.

 

28/3/2026