In Waddecar woods
Where the wild garlics flower
And the bluebell choirs
Echo their arias.
I come for peace
To the same pool
In which are poured all streams of faith
Shall we not kneel upon the grass
To contemplate
And issue a prayer together,
Each in our own tongues
and according to our beliefs
For those displaced
By famine and by war?
And pray for the safety of those
Who dare the perilous seas
For the sake of themselves
and their families.
We have a duty of care
Let our hands and our hearts
Reach out to grant them
Refuge and hope for their futures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really appreciate this poem, In the comfort and security of our homes it's hard to imaging having no home or even no homeland
Yes, it's very sad. Many are completely destitute. That man whose little son was drowned recently. It was heart wrenching. Regards Tom