The lightning’s reflection
danced across the East River
as I looked from my office window.
Shadows, caused by lightning,
played across the uptown skyline
as I departed the 1 Train.
I smiled at the sky-show’s beauty
until I remembered
those whose work takes
them into the elements;
those with no home, no place, no shelter:
sisters and brothers
who ride out the storm
unsheltered.
26 July 2012
Shire on the Hudson
Manhattan
A while back, when tempted to whine about the heat, I reflected on perspective with the help of some friends. Today, while touring the United Nations headquarters with a group from China I saw a t-shirt that further deepens my perspective on the challenges of life – the real challenges of life. The t-shirt hangs on the display about displacement – hangs there every day – hangs there every time I accompany a group on a tour. I see it every time. Today, though it spoke to me with a power not present before.
The photo lacks in quality – next time I will bring a better camera – but it conveys the message.
May all who share such hopes have them realized.
May I help answer these hopes of my sisters and brothers.
See you along the Trail.
Last night’s time of prayer – prayer service – brings to mind some definitions – these belong to me, not to Webster or anyone else.
Shelter – a place of protection from the elements, from animals, from other people
House – a place to live, constructed in many ways and different styles using a variety of materials
Home – a place of belonging, built on a network of relationships and interactions with one another, grounded in love, filled with memories
May we all have shelters … houses … homes.
See you along the Trail.
Along the Graybeard Trail 