A Thousand Hosts


we tie bright ribbons to our hearts
so hope can find a way.

We scatter folded cranes of peace
each crease hard won.

We are not heedless of the tremors of the world,
not unafraid.
not free of anger

But we are a thousand, thousand hosts;
compassion on the lintel

The neighbour
may go freely through our doors.

Whatever happens
Light has touched the frost-tipped fields today.

We are at home.


  1. Catherine MacDonald November 8, 2016 at 7:15 pm - Reply


    • Catherine Smith November 9, 2016 at 12:57 pm - Reply

      And today, there is still beauty despite our fears.
      It seems a good day for your spiritual practice of ‘seeing’ through your camera.
      I wonder what an image of today would look like.

  2. eliana November 8, 2016 at 6:17 pm - Reply

    Most beautiful ~ true grace

    • Catherine Smith November 9, 2016 at 1:04 pm - Reply

      Thank you Ara. We will need strong and gentle words today as we continue in the wash of a very different rhetoric.

  3. Janice MacLean November 8, 2016 at 1:22 pm - Reply

    a mantra – so hope can find a way. Thanks!

    • Catherine Smith November 9, 2016 at 1:06 pm - Reply

      And still hope, even when it’s hard and seeming foolish to tie those ribbons. A small audacity.

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