What To Do?

Should we not accept the refugee?

Give him shelter,

Give her sustenance to suckle the child,

Grieve with them

That the journey back

To their beloved land

May be long and arduous?

For are we not, after all, like them?

Do not some of us know their pain, if we will admit it?

I know in my heart

I am a refugee in this land

Even among the people of my birth.

I long for a place far from this plane

(Or is it right beside me, 

Unseen by human eyes?)

A place where light is brilliant and good

Without a sun,

Where tears and evil cannot exist.

The place from where I came,

Although seen only through mind’s eye

Or star-studded dreams.

I am driven with every step to return there.

Yes, we are the same, they and I,

All refugees, ever stepping over broken, bleeding

Pieces of life’s beauty,

Desperately trying to navigate this world’s chaos,

Longing for what cannot be ours right now.

I will reach out with love, comfort, help,

And I only hope they will do the same for me –

All of us on a journey home.