For the children



Whose blood runs the rivers of the world? Whose breath sings the sorrow of the universe? In the eye of the enemy, can you see your own soul? When a baby cries in the the outcasts’ camp, do you long to hold her? Can you comfort and soothe and rock her like the rhythm of the waters of the world?

all children
are our

may we embrace all human bodies
may we not collapse in our suffering
may we yearn to comfort and share the sacred
may we celebrate all ways of worship
may we throw back our heads in wide human laughter
let the colours and the fear mingle and disperse
all rivers are blood rivers. all blood is all blood.

every child
is our
precious child

Poet and musician, Muskoke Nation, Arizona