I am not a winter person but oddly, I find comfort in knowing that the first day of winter means that the days will start getting longer. Minute by minute, we stretch toward spring.
But at this season, it is hard to live with knowing how many families are without comfort and joy. Though this poem and the sound piece that accompanies it was published last year by Apiary magazine, the incarceration of families, separated or together, continues. While Javier was able to safely leave his sanctuary at the Arch Street Ministry as he awaits his visa, others remain in churches and jails. It is a poem I wish was no longer relevant but sadly, remains a call for justice.
Wishing all who seek it, sanctuary and peace.
You can listen to the sound poem here..
Late November and winter is just starting its long march.
Days darken, more time to live in the shadow of what we fear.
Encircled in forest, a buffer from the highway’s hum,
these acres named sanctuary, refuge, oasis.
The pond is mirrored with ice. Life underneath suspended.
Doe and fawn. Hard to feel safe when hunters shoot for sport
or profit, steel bow and an arrow of cross-weaved carbon,
essential element of life, and who knows if hunters believe in
boundaries they can’t see.
Outside the City of Brotherly Love,