Empathy

February 15th, 2016 | Posted by Barbara Belknap in Gather the Women

SyrianMothers My heart breaks for the women and children fleeing war and oppression in the Middle East. What would I do if I had to walk miles, keeping my small children close so I don’t lose them? I see little ones clinging to their mother’s black abaya and struggling to keep up.

If you’ve ever been separated from your child in a store, or amusement park, or in a crowd, you know the fear that can morph into panic. The nightly news is full of Images of women sitting outside their tents in Jordan watching their children or holding their babies and waiting. Waiting for food. Waiting for water. Waiting for news of a way out. The women who are already in Europe are in dangerous chaotic camps. The news today is of vigilantes and gangs rampaging through camps in Calais. Some of the policemen are also attacking migrants.

After I read the newspaper this morning, a song we sang in the Juneau Pride Chorus a couple of years ago came to me. It expresses my feelings and, I believe, the feelings of millions of people around the world who are watching this epic migration unfold.

Prayer of the Children
By Kurt Bestor

Can you hear the prayer of the children, on bended knee, in the shadow of an unknown room?
Empty eyes with no more tears to cry, turning heaven-ward toward the light. Crying who will help me to see the morning light of one more day. But if I should die before I wake, I pray my soul to take. Can you feel the hearts of the children, aching for home, for something of their very own?
Reaching hands with nothing to hold on to, but hope for a better day, a better day. Crying who will help me to feel the love again in my own land, but if unknown roads lead away from home, give me loving arms away from harm.
Can you hear the voice of the children, softly pleading for silence in their shattered world? Angry guns preach a gospel full of hate, blood of the innocent on their hands.
Crying, Spirit, help me to feel the sun again upon my face. For when darkness clears I know you’re near, bringing peace again.
Dali cuje te sve dje cje molitve? Can you hear the prayer of the children?

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