Thursday, September 17, 2015

Syria


I have cried for them:
In the night, waking, to find
tears upon my lashes
a sob welling up from the depths.
A film reel flickering frame by frame –
The wailing toddler; the despairing women;
The men, lost to indignity
The young boy, rescued from the waves
too late.
I hold them up to a seemingly dispassionate 
gaze; and remember 
that even Jesus wept.















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