not home yet lament

 

Weep, cry, wail, mourn, grieve

 

for refugees coming

across rough seas

on an over-crowded

raft or the immigrants

risking midnight run

through wild desert

 

all young sex slaves

and child brides who

grow up/old too fast

on twisted un-love of

a childhood missed,

an innocence lost

 

the wives who feel

un-cherished or the

husbands who are

under-appreciated

and senior citizens

who go unnoticed

 

the friends, family

who suffer alongside

those held hostage

by mental illness or

cancer’s grip or HIV

no good end in sight

 

for unborn babies

denied of person-

hood and a life, seen

as inconvenience and

an inter-ruption with

no voice or sanctuary

 

all victims of terror-ism

by wrong religion or

wrong politics or being

simply in wrong place

at the wrong time in a

wrong-headed world,

 

sick from sin, weary of the wait, longing for home.

we pass thru vale (veil) of tears

 

we’re all refugees

orphans searching for hearts’ home

when peace cries last tears

 

photo by lynn

photo by lynn


 


Thanks to Mira for nominating me for the 3 Quotes, 3 Days challenge!

 To Wear a Rainbow

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postcards home

Turkish peninsula is favored tourist destination. Rent a sailboat at local marina and explore a nearby cove’s cerulean waters, surrounded by lush green hills of olive, tangerine and palm trees. Or stroll the narrow, pebbly beach below Bodrum’s charming white stone houses with mud-thatched flat roofs. Swim with the fish by day, dance under stars by night.

body washed on beach
dinghy overturns in crossing
weep with refugees

http://wewelcomerefugees.com