Sowing the Seeds of Peace at Easter
We will plant our food in the hope of a better future
Yesterday, a cousin offered the old aunt
our invitation to spend the season
with us in the Wroclaw suburbs
when suddenly they rallied — grown
children living south across the Czech border.
Now, she has a flood of offers.
To feel wanted is often enough to kick-start
the slumping heart which hours before
knew only oblivion — tears of un-love
replaced with warmth of blood & affection.
So, she will not come to us yet knows
she is wanted & our offer stands
an immoveable plinth she can circle
as long as she wants.
Instead of visitors, our Easter rotates
towards the prayerful, in place of celebration.
Yesterday, we bought a dome to
protect our vegetables. Sowing
& reaping goes on in the west of Poland
just as the east borders war & destruction.
Copyright Simon Heathcote
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