Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Fare Forward

Railroad tracks stretch toward distant horizon.
People trudge slowly in search of refuge
Fleeing enslavement, violent warfare and hunger
The aged and children bewildered by journey.
All joined as one body keep moving forward.

Some go by sea herded in wave-washed boats sinking.
People shiver from fear and drenching cold water
Wrenching cries pierce the air around them.
On the beach drowned little boy attests mutely
To what no human should have to endure.

My grandmothers heart is near to breaking.
Poems, prayers and armies are not enough
To heal the lost people who seek sanctuary
To bind up the wounds the world’s children inherit.
God save the children.



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.