As it was before,

it is again,

prayers stripped of love and 

people snagged by  hate 

in Gaza,

ordinary folks woven,

beholden to a peacock colored dream catcher,

hunger lynched children hanging

from almond trees,

their shoes waggling above mirages of sand

and sun rises and 

sets

and prayers for  

prayers…

for 

children chasing

 forgiveness as it unfurls 

in breezes 

their giggles floating

around the world until 

strands of hope and 

peace quiver from  

dream catchers hung 

on olive trees and

all the little children in Gaza 

have new shoes