On Friday, they looked toward an empty cross – shoppers shopped, and moved on.
In that space, no feeling of hate, no brick wall, no steel gate. No barbed wire fence, no recompense.
There was an energy, I felt it, something reverent. This was a verse of an ancient kind, hearts aligned, spirits entwined.
‘O children, lost in the relentless war, your heartbeat stops but your soul travels far.’
Listen, we all hold the keys to heaven, all it takes is for folks to gather on a scrap of green in the middle of a busy town.