The Refugees
those first two refugees
driven from a gorgeous garden
where bananas napped
and grapefruit zapped taste buds
where leafy limbs gave shelter
and water was as sweet as wine
no hunger sapped them
no horror slapped them
they looked back after their sin,
hoping for mercy
the garden gone and no pardon
only a disappointed God
and they wept, face down in the sand
did God weep too?
Syrian refugees
driven from their country by ISIS
where shells dropped
and guns popped
they hike under a hot sun
no water, no shelter
where hunger slaps them
and horror saps them
they looked back too
homes gone, yet they cling to life
hoping for mercy
except for that one little boy
face down on the seashore
does God weep?
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