Myth is the public dream, and dream is the private myth. - Joseph Campbell
The Mystery of Community
Our family lives together on a small fragile globe.
Tight borders, territorial is the mark of xenophobes.
We are in; you are out. 'Tis positively claustrophobic.
There's enough room for all, if we could only probe.
Communities come together out of common needs.
Food and shelter - vital to Venezuelans and Swedes.
Eye contact, a handshake, willingness to intercede,
Are the coins we spend making community succeed.
The mystery of community is so hard to decipher.
Cohesion, common ground is what we are after.
We have more sameness than difference; laughter
Jiggles each belly, warms the same heart ever after.
You and I are sisters and brothers under the skin.
We all use the same muscles to make our grins.
Cousins world wide wince when we bark a shin.
And we secretly or publicly regret when we sin.
Copyright by Carol Gee -- 2/8/06
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