this year I celebrate with a broken heart
a heart shattered by human madness
I celebrate in solidarity
with my foremothers and forefathers
who lost their lives dreaming
of a place of safety
I weep with all who are displaced
abducted demonized
starved and raped
dreaming of a place of safety
I celebrate because it is spring
the season when hope
pokes out of dark furrows
ready to bloom if we weed out fear
and prepare the soil for dialogue
may we all celebrate with a full heart next year
when we break free from violence
when all feel safe and respected
between rivers and seas
everywhere
