Standing above the flow That washes through history fields once filled with blood of victory still haunt the present
Old routes meander as footsteps follow well trodden paths marching to rhetoric but here forgiveness lives in uncut meadows flowing in languid pools of gold reflections
Outsiders see only the beauty of peace hear only wind and stories of historic brutality distant fights based on prejudice and power but history lives on in the words from closed minds
Looking from the old crossing in shadow and sun decorative construction of lattice peeling the contemporary white bridge of peace seems so far away from this valley of the past.
Seated beside privilege overhearing bitter conversation as they drank skinny lattefrom an opulent overflowing cup. Handbags of one month’s rentlay nonchalant on the seatsdraped in […]