We gather ourselves today
to consume everything that is red,
rich tomato soup,
delicious garnet apples,
carefully sipped crimson wine
once owned by the dead.
As we consume our favourite hue
for the day
we wonder to ourselves at this tradition,
a wondrous worship involving
splashes of colour,
a sharpened shade in a bull’s eyes,
his enraged mission.
Red, red, red,
all around,
encompassing our eyes,
enriching the sounds.
Today we celebrate lives saved,
vibrant souls rescued who avoided being
felled before their time,
red balloons released in
large bunches into the skies,
each signifying a soul saved,
we collectively sigh.
Our ancestors who gave us our existence
carried us through life
raised us through their past sufferings
they were plucked from
the danger zones,
they were released from
their war-torn strife.
So today we feast upon all that is
rich and red,
to carry on their memories,
we quietly enjoy what we have been given,
and with gratitude we accept
the food and appreciate our lives provided.
We accept that we are here
because of the actions of brave others,
soldiers, saviours, missionaries,
nurses, doctors,
red is passion, red is life,
and it breathes within us the
thankfulness that this day delivers,
it is because of their actions
that we are breathing life.
© 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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