Minnie’s Musings

With all this talk of peace in Palestine (alliteration there…) and awarding DT the NPP, I can’t be the only one thinking “Hang on a sec, this is a ceasefire. It’s fragile. It can break down anytime.”

Yes there is a glimmer of hope. Yes, people are entitled to feel joy. And one doesn’t want to dampen the mood.

But Hamas is just about to give up its only remaining bargaining power. And, given the Israeli government’s current record of blatant disregard for the lives of innocents and/or the opinion of any other nation who has proffered one, surely we should hold our breath and see what happens next?

DT has his eye on the prize. Will he lose interest once he has it in his ghastly little hands?

Remember the excitement of the Arab Spring? Remember what happened next?

Let us hold our breath. Cross our fingers. Pray to our god, join hands in praying with others of another faith.

Imagine that this glimmer of hope is a tiny candle flame struggling for life in a howling gale. Cup your hands around it. Protect it from the malevolent winds of hatred.
And only sit back and bask in its glow once that flame burns brightly, with strength, flickering in the silence when the guns cease their unrelenting racket because peace really has prevailed.