In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk


Click on the text and the poem will expand a bit and be easier to read. It had to be this small, to fit onto a single page. 

Only a few months ago, we were celebrating the Platimum Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth, a living symbol of stability among so much in the world that is anything but stable. But then, soon afterwards, both Queen Elizabeth herself and what she represented to so many, fell away from us, into our past. On Sunday, September 11th, I recited this poem at an open air event, to thousands of people who had not come here to grieve, but were now doing just that, even while we played. The poem was followed by a minute of near perfect silence.