Poem: Refugee

Cold walls enclose them
In a way a mother’s arms should
Their suffering wails go unheeded
By fathers in black uniforms
Who are uncaring guardians
Of children who fled homes
Seeking shelter from violence
To find safety in a distant country

Poem: Good News

Do you hear their cries lord
As they raise them to you

Your name and your mothers name
The Holy Spirit and father
On their lips calling out
From cages where they sit alone
No mother
No father

Only you