CPTnet
January 27, 2003
COLOMBIA: Magdalena R. A Poem

by Alice Foltz

[Note: The following poem was written by the mother of CPTer Carol Foltz
Spring, after she visited her daughter in Colombia.]

Magdalena R.

Flowing without moving, the river slides through alluvial mud,
   Deep and rich under hazy sun that threatens to melt all.

Descendants of the Maya travel here, poling canoes, tending corn,
   Catching fish in woven nets they throw across ther river in slow arcs.
Homes perch on banks and sometimes slide into the dark floodwater:
   The river is the source of life and death.
Others come, toting guns, collecting cash, demanding loyalty for life,
   Ending the rhythm of the river with promises of wealth.

Child of peace, whos dusty feet were washed by Magdalene,
   Heal the hearts consumed by golden oil and drugs;
   Dry up the tears, wipe the eyes of thsoe who wait along the banks,
   And bring songs of hope to those who look for peace.