I took the time to look, but weep at sights which meet my eye
A little boy, his skin so burnt and yet, his blessed heart, still hopes.
He lives by holding firm and true, that help arrives in time
To mend, not now, his broken skin but his parents’ home.
He lives in hope, his leaders’ dream, of days, which once were kind
When all he knew were hands held tight, and hearts swelled up in love.
I stopped and took the time to read sheer terror grew inside,
For fellow saints, and angels true, who only love their God?
Their deepened trust still held them true, in these their worsening times,
With terrors no one can compare, their pains, their fears, their cries.
God hears their sufferings, pains and cries
I looked upon the darkening skies, ‘twas then it catched my eye.
The crimsoned-petalled, sunset skies were like shades of deepening pain
For as this little boys’ cries are heard, God’s heart, alone doth grieve.
Mankind, with all our freedom of choice, we still choose to hurt our kin
Yet, God himself is Love and Peace; let’s choose to heal their wounds?
I choose to read some more in length, it took great time indeed
But deepest gratitude welled up inside, my heart for did I see
Fellow kinsmen, strangers too, gathering up the weak
Gently batheing with softening cloths, and offering love to all.
Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, © 2013 (in deepest respite for all who are suffering)