#WATWB January 2018 Kicking Goals for Goodness and Culture

Welcome to the first edition of WATWB for 2018.  Our co-hosts for this month are Shilpa Garg, Simon Falk, Lynn Hallbrooks, Eric Lahti, Damyanti Biswas and Guilie Castillo.

We trust you had a great break over the change of year and hope to bring you good news stories both this month and in the months to come. More information about the WATWB blogfest is at the bottom of this post.

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Some Somali’s in Melbourne go back to Somalia to play soccer (football).  It was commented that the exchange inspired young people to be engaged in the community in practical ways when they got back to Australia.

As SBS news reports:

It’s often said that sport can unify communities, bridging the gap between various cultures. And there’s perhaps no better example of a universal sport than football.

Armed with this theory, a group of 50 young men from Melbourne’s Somali community were taken on a month-long trip back to home turf.

“Soccer is the easiest way to build a bridge,” Hussein Horaco, Secretary of the Somali Australian Council of Victoria, who organised the initiative, told SBS News. 

“We wanted to give hope to young people in Somalia, and for us also, the young people in Australia to experience how difficult life is there.”

As the SBS report continues, we observe that the young people from Australia did get real in the field cultural experience too:

One of the footballers, 25-year-old Abdirahman Ahmed, said being taken out of their comfort zone gave the team a greater appreciation of what they have in Australia.

“Hot water, just having a cold drink in the fridge, small things like that, that you take for granted. And when you go there and you see people, the majority of people, not having those kinds of things … seeing them still being happy, it’s very uplifting,” he said.

Council representative Ahmed Mahmoud said some of the players were also pleasantly surprised by what some people had in Mogadishu.

“The boys thought they’d be sleeping in huts and probably go out into the wilderness to go to the toilet. But when they went there, there were five-star hotels, there were baths, showers in your room, balconies, room service. There was internet and some of the boys were joking that it’s much faster than Melbourne internet.”

They even had an audience with Somalia’s recently elected president, Mohamed Abdullahi Mohamed – known by the nickname ‘Farmajo’.

So the world game continues to catch on. The exchange of events such as these breaks down barriers of nation, culture and fear in a fun way.  They are kicking real goals of human goodness during such a formative age of these people’s lives.

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Just a final little note. Since this blog is about poetry, here is a sample of some Somali poets at Poet Nation in Minneapolis, US. There is some great stuff there.  The second guy cuts across some of our WATWB themes.

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Blossoms in Sight

Blossoms in Sight


Blossoms in sight

Covered by cloud

With a tinge of light

Inviting you to come

From winter

To spring

Where the birds will

Sing a song

As we long

For a moment of peace

Today.

Blossoms are a way

For us to hope.



Simon C.J. Falk 2 September 2017
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A Walk in #MartinPlace Remembering #LindtCafe


A Walk in Martin Place Remembering Lindt Cafe
As I walked

And looked,

Upon the rain-wet

Surfaces,

Of Martin Place,

A glow in me

Mirrored

The sheen of light

Upon

The scene.

Martin Place:

Monument of memories.

Dandy dashers

Grasp a quick bouquet,

To take to lovers

On the way

To romance.

Others snatch,

A printed read 

Of newspapers,

For a daily feed.

Military men

Women,

And their beloved,

Stand in sentinel,

Reminiscent

Of standing guard

Over national security.

Monument

To bustling business

And busy-ness,

To commerce,

To remembrance of war.

But, there is more

To tell.

As, remember well,

We do.

Don’t you?

That other war,

That breaks out

Like a pesky rash

In unwanted places,

Afflicting us where

We expect not.

It broke out,

Up the way,

At our much loved

Lindt Cafe.

We remember 

The footage:

Journos palpably posed

And poised

Before the plight

Of those held within,

And of their loved ones,

Held hostage too,

By their powerless worries.

We return and remember,

Now in greater peace,

And release

From that torment.

The Lindt Cafe

Is a welcome sight again.

A place to go when

On one level, we enjoy 

Hospitality.

And, on another,

Lift our cup

For sacrifice,

In service

Of liberty.

We recall the fallen,

Their grieved families,

As we walk on,

Grateful

To be free.
Simon C.J. Falk 15 July 2017
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In My Hand – #WATWB

It seemed fitting to include a copy actually written in my hand.

In My Hand

 

In My Hand

 

In my hand,

I have a choice.

By my hand,

I can express a voice.

With my hand,

I might strike out in hate.

I can hold back my hand,

And sit to wait.

With fisted hand,

I can pound a blow.

With an open palm,

Myself I show.

With tumbling fingers,

I might tap a rant or rave.

With a lighter touch,

Some grief I may save.

As friend or foe,

I decide to take a stand.

To offer peace,

And stretch out my hand.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 25 March 2017

 

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On a St. Patrick’s Day

On a St. Patrick’s Day

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On A St. Patrick’s Day

We feel it on us,

through the thin places,

where the veil between

is so thin.

Those past

are present to us,

Those afar

are felt near,

and connected,

across the gritty sands

and surging seas.

And all creation

Groans,

in a hope,

that a deep peace

courses,

within every being.

As the music,

of the great harmony,

moves us on.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 17/18 March 2017

 

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We Long For.. Hope..

It has been a little while since a post. So, something has broken in.  There is more.  “Winter is coming”, to the Southern Hemisphere, as we have just begun Autumn (Fall). But there is something else coming.  Something hopeful.  But wait. It will be gently ushered in as quietly as a soft breeze.

 

We Long For… Hope…

 

We long for

hope,

For peace,

and for

release

from all

that tires,

hurts,

troubles, or

perplexes

us.

We long for

love,

A warm embrace,

A genuine face

to greet

us,

As we meet

the days

of our existence.

We long

to not just strive,

Instead,

To thrive,

And face life’s adventure

Together, and

Fully alive.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 2 March 2017

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#Light and #Peace

Light and Peace

Dim

at first.

It flickers

at intervals.

We think,

or agonise,

that

it has gone

Out!

But

we each have

a light.

It shines in us

and

out of us.

When we embrace

the light,

hold it,

its rays

shimmer

and refract

through the dark

recesses

of our being.

Because we see

that light,

and our darkness,

we bear

an illumining

wisdom

to sense

the light

and darkness

in each other.

And so

the light

in me

sees the light

in you,

and through

the marvellous

interchange,

we then renew.

That light looks:

Like coins cascading

in a tip tray

on a barista’s bad day.

Like the firm arm

around the flailing swimmer

writhing in a rip,

while the other arm

cuts the breakers

towards the steady shore.

Like the college mate

sitting on a step,

to read the essay

of his neighbour,

Who’d come abroad

only six months

before that day.

Like the devoted spouse

visiting daily

the love of their life,

who no longer

recognises the face

before their own eyes.

We see

the light

the dark,

in each other’s heart,

and,

in that light,

together

we find peace.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 4 February 2017

A Christmas Crib at Aleppo – posting for #peace

A Christmas Crib at Aleppo

As we gather in our places of peace, we are mindful of the people of Ankara, of Berlin, of Aleppo. Peace, Shalom, Salaam.

A Christmas Crib at Aleppo

 

As Advent passed through Aleppo,

It was hard to see,

People living in any peace,

Or children roaming free.

The buses sent to save them,

Were lying as charred remains,

Who could come and deliver?

Them from many months of pains.

Buildings strewn as ruins,

Gardens left in a mess,

The poor and hungry dwell in squalor,

Awaiting a redress.

The children of Aleppo,

Have no toy shops to see,

They have no electronic gadgets,

For their internet’s not free.

And they have no fairy Christmas lights,

Shining on a Christmas tree.

Their families struggle for Church or Mosque,

To go and pray in peace,

From the constant sieging,

It appears there’s no release.

But what if something happened,

To enkindle a little hope?

Might it make a trifle of difference?

And help some families cope.

What if among the rubble,

Of their old, majestic city,

There might be respite from the trouble,

Some reverie a touch more pretty?

What if a Dad and Mother,

With their little family in tow,

Looked amidst the shattered buildings,

For a place to go?

What if there were a spot,

Away from lines of fire,

Where the family could be

In a place of restful retire?

What if in that place,

The mother then with child,

Could have her baby with her husband?

What if other children came and filed

In upon the scene

Of that modern nativity?

That among the broken buildings,

And the shattered lives,

There might be a little light,

To glow for husbands and wives.

And that the children dwelling near,

Who had no presents to receive,

Might behold a very precious gift,

And then may come to believe,

That among the cruel fighting,

And from their ruptured dreams,

The little, battered pieces,

Had edges made for seams,

To make a new mosaic,

And to build further dreams.

Visions within the struggle and the squalor,

That a child for us was born,

To keep holding life before us,

That on all true peace may dawn.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 19 December 2016

#Peace for a Post-it Wall

Peace for a Post-it Wall

One of our schools was making a wall of wishes in the shape of a conifer tree (for some of us, this means a Christmas Tree).  This acrostic was my contribution.

 

      People

      Encouraging

      All

in Charity

For Evermore.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 15 December 2016

 

God Came to Tea – Guest Post #postingforpeace

This is a guest post that comes from the World Community for Christian Meditation .  All rights to this poem belong to

John J. Keohane

God Came to Tea Today