Freedom

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This poem is about when in the early 60's as a child my grandmother took me on an organised pilgrimage to what the organisers called The Holy Land at that time. It was organised through the u.k, churches and hundreds of people went from all over the united kingdom. I was the only child amongst the adults. Each of my 'stories' are true events that happened whilst i was there. My reference to my grandma's The Dove, is about how she thought the holy spirit was goodness and kindness and love amongst all humans. She was a woman of her time, born in 1901 and religious in a church on sunday way and a good and kind woman in every way. I am not religious despite this, but i am what could be called spiritual, and i think my grandmother was as well, for she made no boundary between any other religion or people. I hope the world finds freedom in The Dove.

Someone told me about Love She was my grandmother, who took me to the Holy Land, Well it was her Holy land and she called it The Dove. She showed me all the Holy sights She was happy to see the places of her devotion, I was too in all its delights. There was a wall where people prayed And a dome with glorious lamps, In a place called Jerusalem where we stayed. I met a girl in Palestine whose mother ran out and invited us in for tea We were surprised and joyous, as were the mother and she. I swam in the Sea of Galilee on another day A man called Abu Nassar made us fish, In his wonderful busy, street café. And Arab, Jew and Christian all ate and laughed in there Then we all went our separate ways, back to our places to give our prayer. I often think of how lucky I was to see And feel the Love Of all the Palestine and Israel people that we met And experience what grandmother meant by The Dove.

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