Reflections on Belonging

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Compiled by Anne Chrisp for Reflection at recent Executive meeting

My heart is heavy for my country, the place I call home.
I’ve often wondered, where do I fit in?
Am I wanted here?
Do I even belong?

Jasmine Lopez,https://worldrelief.org/reflections-on-belonging/

Belonging

And if it’s true we are alone,
we are alone together,
the way blades of grass are alone,
but exist as a field.
Sometimes I feel it,
the green fuse that ignites us,
the wild thrum that unites us,
an inner hum that reminds us of our shared humanity.
Just as thirty-five trillion red blood cells
join in one body to become one blood.
Just as one hundred thirty-six thousand
notes make up one symphony.
Alone as we are, our small voices
weave into the one big conversation.
Our actions are essential
to the one infinite story of what it is
to be alive. When we feel alone,
we belong to the grand communion
of those who sometimes feel alone—
we are the dust, the dust that hopes,
a rising of dust, a thrill of dust,
the dust that dances in the light
with all other dust, the dust
that makes the world.

Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
https://grateful.org/resource/belonging/