Anael Harpaz

Copyright 2009

Written August 2007

Over the sea we fly

Our baggage heavily laden

Our histories

carefully folded into each garment

sown into each seam

Pain and suffering

 entrenched in the creases

Pass me  downs

Generation after generation

Our hearts full

Pain never healed

Sealed

In the land

by spilled blood

Each side believing

that we are the victim

Aching with pain

Full of blame

We come to the Enchanted land

Where there is space and place

for us all

 We unpack our cultural conditioning

from  our pockets

We carefully pull out

our pain

And dare to share

all we have brought with us

Rage rising

Fingers pointing

Fear appearing

Sadness gripping

Tears falling

Compassionate listening tools

Authentic speaking rules

Are brought to us

Are taught to us

It gives us the courage

 to listen

It gives us the courage

 to speak up

It gives us the courage

to hear and clear

Our misunderstandings

 as we learn to let go of reaction

We learn to let go of comparing

Daring to understand

that we  are all suffering

We are all in pain

That we do no want to remain

in this situation

for yet another generation

We iron out the creases

Creating art together

Using our brushes

to create new lines of understanding

We sing together

We string together

 beads of friendship

We eat side by side

We sleep side by side

We dance

We laugh

We dry each others tears

letting go of our fears

as we create a foundation of love

 Now as we get ready

to fly back over the sea

Into our pockets

we shall carefully place

 our new friendships

We shall fold

our hopes into each garment

We shall wrap

our gifts with love

We shall treasure

our tools for a better future

Close to our hearts we shall carry

Our courage

Our strength

Knowing we are strong

Growing and glowing

Love our foundation

Peace our destination

May we be the ones

To create a new history

Based on the new truths

We have discovered

The new truths

We have uncovered

As we fly high

may we see from a new perspective

that peace is possible

May we be the ones

Who

 Hand in hand

Heart to heart

plant the seeds of love

creating a potentiality

a new reality

for a peaceful coexistence.

Where arms are used for hugging.