Pray lord, Remember
I sit on a cliff
Behold the land below me
Life stretches out before me
Pain runs below me
Blood seeping out of stone
Clouds, like a gathering storm
The wind through my hair
Upon my face
Between my fingers
I feel it awaken me
My mind swamped by a million questions, thoughts
I hear the screams of conquered souls
I stand
Raise my eyes to sky
The wind flows over me
It warps me in its arms
And it lifts me
I leave this world,
I know no fear
I know no worry
It carries me over the land,
I see pain
Misery
Horror.
I land
And kneel.
Pray lord,
Keep my soul,
Keep me and my loved ones safe.
Watch over the children of Iraq,
Give them a chance of life,
Of freedom.
Kate Deutsch
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