Again the shots ring out:
this time on a quiet street
on a winter morning, in Paris.
But it could be my street,
your street, a friend’s son.
For is it not a war amidst technology –
endless death amidst tower blocks,
distant sand dunes and in the air?
And none of us clearly know
its causes, although we guess
or think we know,
because it’s about both guns and souls.
The soul of God, and the souls of people;
and sometimes we have forgotten
the depth of the soul and its hopes.
So sorrow and the heart’s longings mix
on this January night
as we light the candles
and France weeps.
Peter Millar, Edinburgh, Scotland.
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