Emerald cool we may be
As water in cupped hands
But oh that we might be
As splinters of glass
In cupped hands
“Glass splinters, the smallest with its sharp, glinting power to defend itself against hands that try to crush, could be seen as a vivid symbol of the spark of courage that is an essential attribute of those who would free themselves from the grip of oppression”
I read this, this morning on the train to work, it’s from her book ‘Freedom From Fear’.
Burma will always strike a chord with me, but in light of recent events, and particularly since the protests in Burma have resurged, this really hit home.