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I love remembrance day. I appreciate the time it gives the world to pause, reflect on past wars, the lives they cost, and pray that “never again” will one day come true. This year, I encapsulated that hope in my shortest poem ever: Let “never again” become so obvious we... (more)
I don’t want our kids to meet at encounter groups, to learn to empathise with the “other” I don’t want them to hear of the Holocaust, to learn how our homelands became our graves I don’t want them to talk about the Nakba, the right of return, and how long it takes I... (more)
Let “never again” become so obvious we never have to say it again.   Carole St. LaurentRemembrance Day, 2015   (more)
It was 10:50 PM when I returned to the monastery on my first night in Rome. Tired after over 36 hours of flights, buses, and a leisurely evening out, yet energised by the adrenalin of starting a month-long adventure, I shared the highlights of my evening with Sister Leopoldina, the elderly nun... (more)
I’m in Rome! I was so eager to settle in and see the sights that every delay sorting out transportation downtown required double patience. Finally, I found the non-descript door on the non-descript street of the non-descript monastery. The welcome, however, was wonderful! Sister Leopoldina, a... (more)
I’m on my way to Rome, the first stop on my September peace quest. I’ll spend the night in a monastery, then the next two nights in Assisi, to centre myself for the rest of the trip. Walls are the metaphor for this trip. I’ve been fascinated by walls since my trip to Israel and... (more)
Should I throw love over the wall instead of stones? Chocolate kisses Valentine hearts Gifts on the strings of balloons?   Will you take the chocolates for stones Respond with tear gas Burn my eyes and nose?   I want to tear down this wall Look into your eyes And know you as friend, not... (more)
I want to dance at the wall in beautiful protestCast a vision of the future in its shadow today We could hear the same music, dance to the same beatBut I couldn’t see you, our hands couldn’t meet We could set up a webcam, make a window in the wallI’d rather you open it, I want to... (more)

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