Skip to content


by Charlotte Heotis, edited by Peter Heotis, 2022

It was not north nor South
Neither east nor West
T’was where they met
This is a place of rest
It was not black nor white
Nor any shade in between
It was a blend of all
Just, one to be seen
It was there I met my enemy
I saw him eye to eye
We speak of keth and kin
Realized he like me
Hold all so dear
It was better to be friends.
We vowed right here and now
No more shall be war
That nothing here was his or mine
but all upon the earth was Thine.
So at a crossroads
Where all do meet
The cross is born
On all men’s feet