Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

These Are A Part of Me


Forgive my reticence, Father
It is a long way
to reach across and around
all these centuries
and to see through
the stained glass windows 
of all those churches

I try to read the words
but the words are worn
with traveling through
several languages, reading
at the edges, torn by idiom
and stretched to fit tradition

But the strength
of the fabric 
is there, weathering
like faded blue denim ...

Forgive my reticence Father
I am a slow learner - - -
We are all slow learners
when it comes
to love - - -

Clovita Rice

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