Cries of the Children

Look all around, the open graves are there

on the frozen ground…. just beware—

…don’t hear a sound….cold still air…

They have never found….their fate in prayer…

You must send the dark away

And trust: let them be what may

You must, young spirits say

If you’ll only see that they can’t find their way….

Listen to their hearts, they sing a simple tune

such a lovely song…..let it croon

they’ve done no wrong, but say it soon

That your love is up there with the stars and the moon -

They know, their lives are yours

Must show, making love not wars

And go, open all the doors

They will feel the love, from your heart it pours….

Memories are where, they buried them

Little ones don’t scare, they just won’t condemn

Why do you care to bring them back?

They will somehow know, it’s your heart they lack…

Morning Dove, comfort them with light

Don't move - never leave their sight….

Mother's love, shelter them in flight,

Do not let their innocence, wrestle in the night….