Erin Boisvert

The Persecution Cycle

 


1. Compassion

A brisk breeze sweeps over the room as an ocean tide does the sand,
without a promise that we won’t be the next grains on the ocean floor.
We walk the earth wearing masks of uncertainty over fear,
the same fear of the unknown present at the time of our ancestors.
Uncertainty allows all to view the power and mystery that lie before us.
We are drawn in with the tide, but split apart,
some by ripples, some by waves, others by storms.
There has never been a day without ripples.
There has never been a day of understanding.
There has never been a day of compassion.

 

2. Filtering in Compassion

Knowledge constantly dances in the air around us awaiting discovery.
This knowledge needs to be woven into fabrics of understanding.
If these fabrics are held together by love, they will form a net,
A net which barricades negativity and lack of acceptance.
Money is not the root of all evil,
evil lies where there is no filter.
Kindness is like a forest, we all use it,
but damage is done when it is not appreciated and returned.
We need to form friendships and not enmities,
filters and not barricades.

 


3. The Persecution Cycle

As quickly as the winter winds sweep the land,
Fear can drown certainty.
As wildly as the pattern on a top spins,
People can be turned against their better judgment.
Religions that once represented pride and hope,
Can instantaneously be woven into a tangled web of hysteria.
Rumors can fly faster than broomsticks,
But broomsticks cannot fly… or can they?
Can you recite the Lord’s Prayer?
Would you cry if you were being tortured?
Are you one of them, too?
Fear of not being superior,
Fear of being wrong,
Fear of not having something to believe in.
Although the severity comes and goes like ocean tides,
The tangled web has been woven by everyone.
The tangles can be cut with scissors made of two blades,
One made of knowledge, the other made of compassion.