All around me
cries for help
go unspoken.
Not victims
faraway –
but persons near at hand –
family and friends and the
stranger
near at hand – like me –
Are joined in silence –
forbidden to express their need.
Can someone hear them?
A
single mother struggling
to educate her teens
calls for help, silently.
A man loses his job
and is too embarrassed
to speak
As I pass him
on my way to work
He calls for help, silently.
A couple wondering
how love
and life
Can be so hard
call out for help,
silently.
A child struggles
with challenges too great
for her few
years
is calling for help,
silently.
Justice denied in
the corridors of power
is calling out
for help.
Lovers of Peace
surrounded by
deserts of
violence
cry out for help
Do you hear these cries?
Listen carefully.
Do you hear
the sound of caring
in the beating
of our
hearts?
That is earth’s music
we are meant to sing
in this place,
in our midst.
Listen to the sound of caring,
listen to the earth's song
we
are meant to sing
here and now.
May we unite
in circles of compassion
in communities of hope
and
free ourselves
of the prison of indifference.
Kwami Nyamidie
Feb 2, 2003.
