Wishing all of my friends down in the U.S.A , a happy Independence Day.
Wishing all of my friends down in the U.S.A , a happy Independence Day.
As the dawn sheds light on a new day, I find myself reflecting on yesterday’s celebration of Canada’s birthday.
Canada is many things, including a beautiful land of diversity, both in landscape and people. We’re far from perfect and face our own struggles, but overall, we are blessed.
However, Canada is but one country, and sparsely populated in relation to land mass. At just over 37 million, we’re a drop in the bucket.
What about this club thing in the title, Bierman? And what’s with the handshake photo? Don’t you know it’s dangerous nowadays? I’ll get to that, soon, I promise. First, I’m going to give you a quick bio about myself, so that you have a gist about who’s extending this invitation.
Here goes: I’m a white, middle class, Christian man, with a nuclear family. I have over twenty years’ experience as a Correctional Officer. I’m the son of immigrants who arrived as children, from Holland. I am proud of who I am, my heritage, my country, and my family.
I hope you are proud of who you are too. You have every right to be.
You see, this club is not exclusive, it’s open to everyone, regardless of race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, political leanings, and occupation.
There are some rules, however:
So, what is this club? Well, I guess I’ll call it, The Club of Humanity. The invitation has no expiry date. All that is required is to follow these simple rules and check any bitterness, anger, and prejudice at the door. If you’d like, I can leave a bin of glasses at the entrance to wear, so that members can see others through a new lens.
Thank you for reading this. I hope to see you there!
A shoal in a stream of humdrum
Anchored till there’s naught left of me
All else roams free
Waters lap and return downstream
Winds kiss my nape as they blow past
Grain by grain they erode and scar me
I envy those grains, for they’ll travel far
Those lush green hills will never shade me whole
My brethren, so close, yet unreachable
Subject to the same fate, they suffer together
I’m condemned to a solitary demise
In spite of all, I’ve learned to cope
For when darkness falls, and the skies are clear
Starlight guests shine in my watery mirror
Written for Sue Vincent Weekly Write Photo Challenge
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