Poems

Strangers

 

Who are these strangers

That come knocking at our gate?

These strangers who frighten us,

Who have left everything behind

Who have risked everything to be here.

It is better to be smart –

Close the door, close your heart.

They are not us and that’s the thing,

Who knows what dangers they may bring?

 

Don’t look too closely at their faces

Or listen to their strange voices

You might recognize things you wish to ignore.

Your parents, grandparents, or even further back.

We all traveled from somewhere else to arrive right here.

But it is better to be smart –

Close the door, close your heart.

They are not us and that’s the thing,

The memories they awake in you might sting.

 

And yet, we all travel on a fragile ship.

Air, Fire, Water, Earth

Storms, fires, floods, and quakes

Drought, famine, an act of terrorism, or all-out war,

May make us strangers at someone else’s door.

Still it is better to be smart –

Close the door, close your heart.

They are not us and that’s the thing,

Keep them separate and to your illusions cling.

 

But in truth, all life is interconnected.

To deny sanctuary to some, is to destroy sanctuary for all.

Build walls and your create a prison for your soul.

Living in fear isn’t living at all.

So perhaps it is better to be smart.

Time to open the door, and open your heart.

There is only us and that’s thing,

Who knows what glories realizing that will bring?