Can you hear the hearts that beat
across the mountains, deserts, oceans
hoping for safe harbor,
an anchor
home?
Can you see small fingers gripping
other little hands
bereft of parents,
lost,
alone?
Can you hear the soft breaths
of babies
sleeping
in tired arms
weighted by
desperation,
violence, hate, war?
Can you hear the calls
in dreams
in prayer
for safe passage
for a welcome
to belong?
Can you —
how can you not —
hear,
the urgency
of hope
that hardship snuffed
and yet
still
yearns to grow?
Photo by express.co.uk
For the Daily Post
nice…..sweet composition….expected still bit longer….
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Thank you … And … ah yes, there can be a whole ballad of it … so much to hear and know … and yet embedded in the stop there is also the abrupt and unsettled reality of war, the mid-breath urgency of loss and flickering hope.
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true…thanks for the nice composition….
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