A Distant Cry

There were whisperings that awoke and often haunted the night as surrounding darkness spoke; a fearful cry of leaving home saying one last goodbye to all one has ever known; a mother simply beautiful, a father lean and tall, children young and small, reaching out in their fearful calls; some heard the voices from a distance others ignore them with every fiber of resisitance; but days and weeks of traveling revealed persistence and intensity at the gates challenging; to peer back in time when the travelers were yours and mine fulfilling the longing of a distant cry to a homeland goodbye, only to hear the distant cry revived, for better lives, more opportunities understanding, compassion without impunities to be free, no longer a refugee.