Is this not a way
To be with those that are unseen
So that they too can live
Not having to choose
Which strong man to please?
Is this not the place
Where we feel the strong grace of the lost
The unheard
Where we discover that doves too
Can fly free
Of olives and branches?
Was this not the hill
Where height signalled width
And breadth
Where commitment remained safely anchored
In our deepest sense of humanity?
Will this be the avenue
We can still walk on peacefully
And together
Where our hearts and your hopes
Will no longer lie separate
Hiding and afraid
Even though we share nests perched
Precariously in the same tree?
Is this not the life
We have shared and shaped this many years
That calls us to love and live on
Now.
Even as we descend this rise
And seek an avenue on a hill
Far less known
Yet never forgetting the path - That was La Paix
Where we were taught to be
And learned to become?