When I think that I shall not see
those faces one more time
Those freckle-spattered cheeks
and wide open solemn eyes…
Knowing they’ve been sent back,
against their wills
To the maelstrom they not long ago escaped.
Where terror creeps along the streets
In the wee hours of the morn
With heads covered in black ski-masks.
Men of all ages disappear.
A rumor, and sometime less, is all it takes
to sentence them to a painful death.
Fathers, sons and brothers.
But everyone knows
those tortured bodies are somewhere…
waiting to be found.
And so these dear ones fled,
yearning for a new place to call home.
Only to find they must enter the storm again….
When I see those tired faces
Of mothers young and old
With their fatherless children
whose hope is all but gone
And our brief encounters…
I pray....that they find Him
who lifts all burdens from weary hearts.
Tom Richards
1 comments:
I think of "my" Albanian family and I wonder if they are still in Austria or if they are among the ones who have been sent back. How I pray that they and all the others who are deported will know that the God of Heaven sees and cares and weeps.
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