Awaiting arrival of long-desired boat
People stand on the shore.
Leaving behind life as they knew it
They carry bags packed full of history
Seeking a shining bright freedom ahead.
They board the ship.
Their craft crosses the rough wave-tossed water
Suffering great miseries the people endure.
Following dreams they sail ever forward
Toward a new world they will someday create
Their vessel plows onward.
Hope is their lode-star.
At journey’s end a lady awaits them
Lifting torch skyward, she beams a welcome.
In reply people lift up their children
Heirs of the future they long have dreamed of.
People disembark to tune of new song
Greeting sweet land of liberty.
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I hope and pray that this will continue to be the experience of those coming to the promise of America.
That is my hope also. Thanks for your comment.
Wow, this is so lovely…and I harbor some fear for those whose hopes will be dashed.
Thanks. I’m afraid for today’s immigrants and lost hopes too..
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This really captures all of those feelings so well!
Thanks, Lynn.
Very well written and stated!
I appreciate your comment. 🙂