Very early the other morning when it was still dark, about a week ago, I had a cup of coffee and stretched my legs as my sciatica was playing up. I switched off the light to go back to bed, then noticed some sort of movement at the base of the apartment block which stands at a distance at right angles to our apartment block. I could see a light of some sort blazing near the ground and, as I looked, a large ball of bright orange, glittering light started rising from the ground in a straight line to the top of the building where it floated for a while, then floated off into the distance towards the east.
I have to say I have no idea what this was – my husband thought it could some sort of lantern with a candle in it, but the heat would have exploded the balloon and it was completely round and glowing brightly – like one of the street lights had escaped and was moving slowly but gracefully around our area to have a good look.
This piece of digital art is an approximation only of this glittering, sparkling sphere but I have decided that I will see it as the Fire of Justice in a world where so much injustice exists. As I live in North Cyprus, I am close to Lebanon, Syria, Iraq, Israel, Palestine and Egypt, so we see a lot of coverage of the tragic events in this area.
So here’s the digital art, the Light of Justice, and below that a poem that came into my mind just as I went to bed last night. I sat down to write it out as I knew I’d forget the next morning. Interestingly, I haven’t written poetry since I saw a psychologist after my mother died, and this week, on my other book as blog, I’m dealing with my mother’s death and what transpired at the psychologist’s office.
I feel anger
I feel rage
When I see injustice
And I’ll not be silenced
by calls to be
Blame myself, change myself
Because standing in my Power
I bring the fire of justice
The power of the sword – my words –
to stand with those working
To stand with the poor, the oppressed,
those who scour the earth seeking refuge.
My anger will not destroy me
Nor will I quiet it
or make it passive and submissive.
It is my tool to participate with so many others
in creating a new world
of love, compassion, open-heartedness:
The light that cleaves the darkness of
uncaring where it occurs in this world of ours.
To join the light of millions
standing for love
To build a beacon of hope
That lights the world and builds
a glowing future
for this planet and universe of ours.