Mother of Exiles
by Marie Elena
Silent lips call not the privileged,
But the pillaged –
Lifted lamp in hand, pursuing
Mother of Exiles’ mild eyes
Don’t canonize ennoblement,
Nor demonize the waifs’ lament.
Her lamp is lit,
Her mission, writ –
“Send these,” her timeless, ceaseless plea.
Dear homeless, come. Be loved. Breathe free.
© Marie Elena Good, 2016
My thoughts exactly — a beautiful piece, Marie. Really hits home in our current political climate… or it should.
Thank you. Hard one to write … so much to be in prayer about for our country … for our world …
I love this, Marie!
Thank you so much! I haven’t written or read in a while. 😦 I need to get back on track soon.
I miss your voice!
You’re sweet. I miss yours too. And so many others.
Thank you Janet!