I’ve been busy writing up useful information to soon share, but in the face of so much division lately, I wanted to pause and share with you a poem I wrote fifteen years ago. It seems more poignantly appropriate now than ever.

When we speak judgmentally of people with choices different to our own, we overlook the opportunity to cultivate empathy for one-another. Before reacting, we owe it to ourselves, and the peace of our communities, to take the time to learn where the other’s beliefs came from – in a non-critical way. To pause and discern; recognising the faith, and the fear in the other, dearly in need of a sense of safety: Whether that is safety from persecution here on earth, or fear of hell in the here-after. We all have our own fears.

All of our righteousness inevitably leads to conflict, and defensive polarising away from each other. We have to make our conversations more personal and educated, rather than political and divisive. Then we stand a chance of understanding, reaching out respectfully, and reassuring those who dance to a different drum.

To quote Albert Einstein “Peace cannot be kept by force; it can only be achieved by understanding.”

I guess the sticking point is when the behaviours of others generate harm and prejudice.  It can be very difficult to stay calm in the face of the violation of human rights, and with assault on any level. And legal pathways exist to deal with this. We need to recognise the time to be a voice for the voiceless, to support the brave with their disclosures, and to embrace some of the wonderful movements that we are witnessing today as a result, as they become “viral” tools for education and liberation.  There is a time to heal from pain, a time to learn from it, and a time to let it go. And understanding paves the way to forgiveness.

But on-going conversations in these areas are not necessarily going to be easy. We have to mediate diplomatically, speaking to the fears that the prejudice comes from. Xenophobia is still alive and well: the fear of things and people different to ourselves. We cringe with terror when being stretched outside our comfort zones. But not to try sentences us all to suffer.

There is a time to speak out protectively against abusive prejudice, and a time to teach, to learn and to build bridges. It’s a lot more work to keep rebuilding the bridges that we’ve burnt – before we’ve had a chance to cross them. ♥



Brother dear, this life is short,
This busy road is wide,
So you can sing a different tune,
And still dance at my side.

Diversity in not a threat
And sharing makes us wise,
When we both will sing of Peace,
We will harmonise.

Open up your heart to me,
Look at who I AM,
Walking in each other’s shoes
Is what our God has planned.

So let me live in my own way,
If I do you no harm,
It answers yearnings in my heart
So I am strong and calm.

The Eight Fold Path of Buddha,
Beatitudes of Christ,
Krishna taught Arjuna well,
Mohammed, true and wise.

The Mystical Qabaala,
Koran rich and deep.
Shakti, Shiva, Babaji,
Sharman, Jain and Sikh.

Baha’i, Jewish, Christian,
Spiritualist too,
You all love the same God,
And He loves all of you.

Different by Religion,
Creed, Philosophy,
All that stands between us…

Was designed to set us free.

©Deborah Morgan, 16th December, 2002

There's room in the sun for us all, Traralgon, Vic.JPG










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