“The Move in '56”
When we moved out to Winnipeg
Five decades past – was not afraid
Of what was there – “Community
They know not of”, that I can see.But I see now it was the space
We moved into – in any case
My mom and dad found ways and means
To enter in their homeland’s scene –Within the wider cityscape
Not just suburban life – quite late
I saw the limits of that zone;
Found comfort in First Nations’ homes.Though I, of course, did not there fit,
I felt the resonance in it;
I am a bridge, such chasms span
A part of each I am, as man.I see now I must cut them slack;
Awareness of that gulf I lacked;
Forgive, O Lord, blind eyes to date,
And thanks for helping me awake.Thanks Lord for this.
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