Wednesday, September 9, 2015
When Babies Wash up on Western Shores
There had to be a better life for this child. There had to be. There had to be, or else we are doing it wrong as a species. There had to be, or what can any of us expect? There should have been a home, stability, peace, and a future. And yet there was war, and want, and escape, and this west where no one wanted this baby.
Are we here to welcome them? Because for all we could not do to end the war in Syria, and all we may have inadvertently done, we can not help but see these legions as ours, when actions or inactions of ours have borne them across sea and sand. Do we fear those downturned faces, on our shores?