When cloud dappled sky speaks
to light dappled earth,
We are a unity.
Bodies dash about,
thronging like the tides,
some huddling in pools,
while the greater array
eddies and ebbs, then flows.
All that might be planned
harbors no certainty,
but we forge ahead with intent.
Every measure, every moment,
is a work, a furthering, a passage
to any next, any new, any now.
Ships that sail do not all land,
but those that find harbor
disembark with gratitude,
blessing the firmness of land,
sending praises to Providence.
Settling in foreign places,
sometimes leaving all traces
of “home” behind,
Natives might eye with suspicion
these arrivals for signs of danger,
or threat of infection;
But, when the quake comes,
the fire, the flood or storm,
Everyone joins together.
When people-dappled life sings
to assuage a disaster-torn world,
We truly are a Unity.
And thanks be
to each and to all
for that gift, that blessing.
© 2015 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen
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As a descendant of families who arrived on the Cape Cod shores
of North America in 1620, I see today’s refugee crisis as somewhat parallel to
that bit of our history. Refugees from foreign shores are fleeing tyrannies and
oppression, in order to find a better life, or at least a place where they can
be free to practice what they believe. To feel “at home” and
to “be safe”, these are rare and precious gifts. Our history continually reminds
us that we are most human when we share. So, on this day, tomorrow, and all the
days that we are privileged to live, let us share what we have and what we love
with one another.
