Not everything is lost, a man blinks outside a Syrian jail, forty years lost to family, seasons, life. Forty years without a voice. Released by rebels into unshackled light.
Not everything is lost / as the stranger reaches her hand out to me / guiding me to safety / to a warm heart and a caring soul / not everything is lost / as the sun will set tonight, the stars will light the way / and the sun will rise again tomorrow / not everything is lost.
Not everything is lost, a man blinks outside a Syrian jail, forty years lost to family, seasons, life. Forty years without a voice. Released by rebels into unshackled light.
Ow. that is so painful and powerful. Thank you x
Not everything is lost / as the stranger reaches her hand out to me / guiding me to safety / to a warm heart and a caring soul / not everything is lost / as the sun will set tonight, the stars will light the way / and the sun will rise again tomorrow / not everything is lost.
thank you so much for these beautiful words, Silva x
Wildflowers grow out of chimney stacks, from piles of rubble, hope is green.
The river swells, it swallows land apologetically, yet the robin in the willow sings on, insistent.
People hold hands.
this is so beautiful - thank you
winter solstice
blackened limbs
stark against sky's pink glow
feet deep in startle snow
unafraid. not everything is lost.
leaves concede
stricken mute closed earth
listens await rebirth
breathe. not everything is lost.
landscapes hold
harsh bitter brazen strife
tight cocoon buds shield life
sleep. not everything is lost.
Everytime we march, every time we write, we release hymns more powerful than ancient text, to drown out the noise of whirring drones.
thank you so so much. And I agree. xxx