I've been tossing this one around in my head since Tuesday. I hope I can be more like Boud and not be silent in future.
Amongst the crowds
I am but a character in a story, a story as ancient as days.
I am there amongst the crowds, my cheers the loudest of all.
Hosanna!
I am there, again, amongst the crowds, but now in fear my voice is silent.
Release! Crucify!
Once more amongst the crowds, this time watching as he in his frailty and humanness stumbles.
I go to turn away, but before I do his eyes seek me out.
I expect anger, hatred even, for my betrayal;
instead, through the blood and sweat, through the dirt and filth, in his eyes
I see love. He mouths a word, his body too wrecked to speak it aloud.
I repeat the word, mistrusting my understanding.
Justice.
He nods as he is crushed beneath his burden,
and driven forward on his bloodied and bleeding knees.
No more silence.
I am here amongst the crowds, crying,
no more genocide.
I am here among the crowds finding my voice,
no more war.
I am here amongst the crowds and speaking
against cruelty, poverty, injustice.
I am here among the crowds
because I must never be silent again.
6 comments:
Beautifully expressed.
Thank you.
So powerful, Liz, so powerful and true.
Thank you for your kind words. And your action.
Beautifully said.
We are all too silent. A poem to stir us to actions, small and significant. Thank you Liz (where have I been! This was always the best blog and you deserve an award for persistence and diligence) x
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