Sunday, June 1, 2025

We Read Each Name

The situation in Gaza has been haunting me, yet, I've 
stored it away where things I cannot control reside.
Two days ago, I read this story
about a doctor working in a hospital in Gaza
when the charred remains of 9 of her 10 children were brought in.
I learned about it via Nikita Gill's Instagram feed.
She asked what poetry can do in a world where this happens.
This poem is her response.
I am sharing it from the river of tears in my heart...

"This is all it means to be human.
To know the beating heart of the world
even when it is a wound."

We are all carrying the wounds of this world
and it is a torturously heavy burden...
May this be a catalyst for gathering our forces,
for showing us how we need each other,
to help carry this together.
It is the only path toward healing.

Namaste'






 

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