Reflection in a Church Window
24" x 18"
acrylic / canvas

Small places taken from many lands
and carried around inside
and gently placed by a refugee's hand
in a secret stand of trees
where the others cannot find.

These lands are special to us
who find comfort in secluded hiding spots.
Nurtured by isolation,
we find strength in our waywardness.

Yet almost everyone has been there....to our lands,
to our thoughts, to our small collected places.
We've all been pilgrim fathers,
to lands we never should have visited,
we've all looked for solace in cold flinty kingdoms.

So we look for our reflection in a church window,
a welcoming whisper in a foreign sunset,
love in a face on a passing bus.

The trees are alive with secrets.
We are all refugees.