Arched windows offer keyhole views at the Paris Mosque. In both the Bible and the Koran, a keyhole recalls the tradition of locked and hinged manuscripts in securing, protecting and holding the "key" to the Word of God. Photo by Jordana Shalhoub.
For the Writers Island prompt, "The Key:"
Recently I read a rather naive blog piece in which the writer said she didn't want to know about or deal with the world's troubles; she just wanted to remain at home in her "safe haven." But there are no safe havens anymore, anywhere in this vast global village we call home. We are all connected; everything that happens, ultimately affects us all. Each day when I read or hear one bit of bad news after another, I am more and more convinced that the positive changes necessary must begin with us.
Along those lines, here's my 15-minute poem linked to "The key:"
The key to change
or empty promises
made by those who claim to care,
but pursue their own interests
at our expense.
It's the monks in Burma,
who march in silent protest.
It's the writers and photographers and artists
who cast light in the shadows
and hold up the truth for all to see
It's those who have been oblivious
in their comfort zones of relative safety,
who suddenly wake up
and realise what's happening
and think, "Wait, this affects me
and my children and their children!"
Our planet is slowly eroding,
buffeted by nature's fury and manmade woes.
causing cities to flounder and ice floes to melt.
Poisoned by pollution and deprivations of war,
impoverished families struggle to survive, while
too many refugees trade one disaster zone for another.
We are all in this together.
The key to change, my friend
is you and I.
If not us, then who?