Be of Good Courage

Yesterday, I met
a company of prophets
in Kitchener, drumming
hard truths under a
gazebo in
Victoria Park. Their
ceremonial ribbons raged
against justice denied and
their voices took shape as a
chariot of fire
witness to heaven. And
yet their circle was soft:
they spoke of hatred as
self-defeating, pleading
for our healing. For a
moment the snow receded
and from the winter ground
a lily shot forth like Christ
from the grave and an
odour of hope perfumed the air.
The wind from the south was raw,
but it whispered in my ear:
“Be of good courage.”

4 thoughts on “Be of Good Courage

  1. thank you for this. Been trying to find out where and when there may be a Montreal demonstration

  2. shoreacres says:

    I have a sense this grew out of circumstances I’m not familiar with, but despite that specificity, it has an inclusive feel. The imagery of the lily pushing through the snow is a good one. Our early spring flowers are tougher and more resilient than we often remember.

    • agjorgenson says:

      Yes, it did. There was a shooting death of a young Indigenous man, who was unarmed on a property of a Caucasian farmer. The long and short of it is that the defense was able to invoke a rule allowing them to disallow jurors who were deemed prejudicial to the accused. No native jurors were on the jury, and the farmer was acquitted. So, there were some prayer vigils, etc and I went to one of these after having read the story of the taking up of Elijah in church that morning.

      I’m glad you were able to get something out of the poem without the back story!

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