Place of Love

It is meant to be a place of love

A place to feel belonging

Somewhere that you can feel free

To share what you want

When one person hurts, we all hurt

Is that the truth?

When one person cries, we all cry

Does that really happen?

It is a place fill of people

Yet it can be very lonely

Yes people say hello

But you can still sit there alone

It is a difficult place to be

Full of cliques and favourites

The same people doing everything

And only the best at that!

What about exclusivism?

Are we not all the same in God’s eyes?

If so, why the differences

Between the greats and the forgotten?

Jo Anne Kennedy

December 2019