Participant Blogs

In the late afternoon dusk the city is settling down under a cloud of dust. A few blocks away the image of dreary stone coloured houses is broken by a blue and green kite that sweeps over and through the buildings. Yells of delight are carried on the early evening breeze toward where I am sitting. Sarah sits on the steps outside her house, crying. Her brother has passed away today. The image of a broken girl is a far cry from the one I met this morning before school. Laughing when she introduced herself, screeching as she ran after...

A Syrian Cry   Hearts that are broken Hands that are weak. Strength quickly fading,  Emotions running deep Cuts raw and bleeding. Families torn apart Minds trapped in captivity. Darkness fills weary eyes A country robbed.  Stolen From beneath stumbeling feet. Children desiring laughter, Mothers desiring peace. Men given over to failure, Fathers admiting defeat.   A voice echoes in the stillness A cry resounds in the deep Hands and feet are comming They are running fast and free.  To shine light into darkness, Hope into defeat. To remove the truth hindering vail. Let love destroy strongholds  And set captives...