“Curators In Residence”

I walked the ramparts higher, higher,
Nothing there – no danger’s fire;
It empty was – great venue though –
Unused, unseen, potential flows.

They’d hung some photos on the wall –
Some long, some short, in building tall
World-class as venue – nothing there –
Except that footprint (buried, bare).

Compassion person’s flowing robes
Sold in the gift-shop – heaven knows
She was with people – long procession
Up and up that ramp to heaven.

But more a tower of Babel, though –
On the prairie landscape – they don’t know
How it could be within those walls;
How could flow to noble cause.

The others whined – but shouldn’t have
The Jews, First Nations also have
No story told – agenda pressed –
For no one’s helped – just like the rest.

I got one picture – table round
All set to eat – no chairs there found –
Which symbolized that venue bare –
Just temple’s echoes of one’s care.

Or maybe it was Creenglish gift –
“You make it work” – so point was missed;
Just like First Baptist on the plain –
With bison gone what hope remains?

Well, Lord, that was quite interesting –
An empty venue – boredom rings
On faces of the guides, like bells –
No task in life is living hell.

Infuse them with “potential” truth –
May it be locus for our youth;
A curator is needed there
To stuff its space – move forth our care.

What could be done in space like that?
Take Louis’s course – expand the fact
That we don’t know star-label’s feel,
But could right there make history real.

Have music flow up venue’s space –
Compose each year – result of race;
Acoustics? That could rise up too –
Youth choirs amassed – from ramparts view.

Let Schaeffer do his very best –
He’d have processions rise and rest –
Let sound ascend like people’s prayers
For human rights, ramp up our cares.

Bring artists in watch them create
In studios – let each one take
Some aspect of our human rights
From around the world – for freedom fight.

A festival of faiths, and creeds,
Philosophies, engage our needs –
Bring poets, authors, speaking tours,
For young and old, for rich and poor.

Through cyber-space we could engage
With world around on Skype, so rage
Has place to dissipate – be heard –
Their calls for help in unjust world.

Where Human Rights Court’s streamed for us –
Where those informed explains each fuss –
Not just a past, or present mess,
But future bless by kindliness.

Thanks Lord for this.

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