Poem from a member
The light that was bright sat in a friends meeting room
They had a shared knowledge to make the light brighter
They all knew what was once their own.
The waves had got higher!
The storms blew stronger!
The raft that was safety was no longer there
They called to the friends, but the friends could not hear.
Listen, listen, heartbeat quickened
to the slow wounded jack boots goose stepping outside the room.
We will need a newly designed raft to float us all forward.