Come Home (On the Bus)

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 Our future is on the bus,

if we have one (as Quakers, as humans)

Its easier to care for each other on the bus

on the trolley, or subway

Smile, chat, give up a seat

to someone older, or to a dad with 3 kids

There is a community, ready made

on the bus

For two or three hours

or just 15 minutes

We are there together, forced

to be neighbors

A little too close for comfort

but its not really about comfort, is it?

This community, this time and space

we're given 
           

to connect, to resist 'passing in the night'

 

Private cars isolate us, deny us

the comforting uncomfortable closeness

Needed to  understand what

the human journey is all about

Remembering, re-connecting

Re-membering who we are

Who we really are

On the bus we rub up against each other

We fall asleep and lean on each other,

even when we don't really want to

We are given that opportunity

 

Did you loose someone dear to you?

Is that why you have teardrops tattooed

on your cheek at the corner of your eye?

How will I ever know you or your story?

How much alike we are? How different our

lives have been? What gifts we have for each other?

 

On the bus is our future, our life

The chance to be what we are meant to be

Individuals experiencing all the joys and sorrows

of our collective lives, joined by grace

by love, by longing, by a common destiny

We are all going home.

 

Get a transpass and come home

while you are coming home

 

 

 

About Amy


Amy was born in 1952 to Quaker parents in Philadelphia, PA. She is the mother of 2 young adults and one teenager. She and her husband, David who is a physician, have been married 27 years. Amy lives, works and writes in West Philadelphia, though a large part of her heart resides in Africa. More about Amy.

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