This is a poem by one of my very dearest friends, Sigari Luckwell, who lives in Western Australia. One of the most creative and heartful people I know, poetry-writing is just one of her talents!

When you find our bones,

I want you to know that many of us laughed often, or smiled at a lover over morning coffee, or at a stranger on the train.

I want you to know that the sight of a flower opening its petals to the morning sun could bring tears to the eyes,

And that the sight of shocked, injured, homeless refugees on the television brought a grief so deep, the only response was silence.

When you find our bones, I want you to know that not all of us drank Coca-Cola;

Nor did we want our forests raped, our deserts mined to barrenness, nor our oceans as toxic waters.

That not all lived for money, power or domination in the world.

That many saw the futility of war and had peaceful hearts.

And this peaceful heart cries out for humanity, for though we are not all war-mongers or greedy businessmen,

We are all responsible.

Many knew grace, beauty, peace and love,

But these were quiet, almost invisible flowers;

They were not loud or shouted from rooftops

And perhaps they should have been.

When you find our bones,

I want you to know we were not all ignorant, unconscious idiots,

That life was truly beautiful and I was grateful for each new day.

I apologize to those who come if this awareness was not enough to avoid global suicide,

But I want you to know all this,

When you find our bones.

(Sigari Luckwell Dec 2007)


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