On My Mind:

My heart is heavy
Mama and Papa, who,
Live among revels of Spring, yet
Ache for their only girl.

Thrust out,  "refugee"
Political turmoil,
Danger,
Rejection,
Exposure to the elements, disease, malnutrition, to bigotry -
Who knows what else.

Having lived amidst all of that -
Mother stood and said,
"Nothing bad ever happened to me, or my family -
Not until I came here."
She didn't say it with bitterness, or accusation, just
Heavy grief.


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Born in the trajedy is
Some Hope. 
A place for children to learn, grow and be safe!
Watched over, guided, supported.
It is a beautiful thing.

http://www.ssl.state.ut.us/recreation/hsernermoocenter.html

 
Now when I drive to that place,
that once seemed bare and overlooked,
It swarms with children, all ages.
Teachers, Volunteers, Neighbors, Missionaries, Apartment managers
Looking out.  Taking care.
It makes me happy.

Life and growth,  everywhere.
It inspires me (She inspires and teaches me)
To persist in Light and Hope and Love.

Still my heart aches.
How heavy it must be for them,
the parents of Hser Ner Moo.

Today and tomorrow, when kids goof and scheme
Try to fool you for fun,
Mom and Dad will look on
Seeing every smiling girl
The laughing teases
And wish. 

Hser Ner Moo's father: Photo Credit from this Salt Lake Tribune photo website

I don't know where they are
But today I am praying with all my heart
For Mother, Father
All those beautiful, sweet brothers.

{Brian Kershisnik "Untitled, Angels":  Image credit to this blog }

Praying
Some comforting throng of angels will give the gift of Peace
Lift them
Help make each heavy step as they trudge through
These miserable anniversaries.