Living

"Parisians protest bombings by returning to cafes"
  the headline read
Living
  isn't that the true answer,
      freely walking
Living
  instead of curling within
      our protectionist ball
  which breeds hate
      because the other exists
We blind our hearts
  our ears  
    to the cries
      children, mothers
  on the ground
Running
  from hate 
    only to be welcomed 
  by a wall
Have we learned nothing?
  from a savior
      who received the kiss
      who told those with swords
   to put them away
Then spread his arms 
  Wide open to receive
      death
Living
  the rains came
    in grief      hard
Swelling
  overflowing
Trampling anything 
  in its way
Today
    the sun shines
    birds sing
    the stream gurgles 
Living
    the mushrooms sprout
Can we open our arms?
   can we live the love shown?
Jeremiah tells the stingy
  protectionist Israel to choose Life
Arms open
  widow, orphan, stranger
Did they?
Is four hundred years of slavery
  Life?
Can we?
  open arms 
     live and choose Life?