Marked
by Elouise
A young man
Our driver in Egypt
On the way from Cairo
To Alexandria
Intense, focused
Quick and determined
Articulate English speaker
Eager to talk
Goals for his life
Education a priority
Inquisitive
Picking our brains
We pass several
Small outposts
Simple houses surrounded by
Desert dry Egypt
No fancy minarets
Just towers with
Loud speakers broadcasting
Calls to prayer
Later a large prison
Gated walls and towers
A nearby minaret
Calls to prayer
Public and audible
Marks of religious faith
Impossible to
Overlook
Because he hasn’t
Said it yet
I ask our driver
Are you a Christian?
He thrusts his arm out
Turns it over
There on his wrist
A small Coptic cross
From childhood
Until the day he dies
Wherever he goes
Marked as a Christian
Silently I wonder
What marks me as Christian?
Will I conceal it
When I’m asked?
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 April 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, January 2010 (Rest Stop) and
pinterest.com (Coptic Cross Tattoo)


thought provoking Haiku.
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Thanks, Waldo. I’m glad you found the poem though provoking. We’ve always lived in troubled times, each with its own challenges. The challenge of other religions seems to be a recurring theme, almost from the very beginning.
Elouise
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