We need to pay attention to this. Thanks, Anna.

The child, John ... the child.
I am grateful that you have come and read.

It is not easy to watch Ian Pannell’s report, but ...
for how many other children
do this child’s tears
speak ...

Should anyone else come ... and look ... ignore my words, written far too quickly in the moment to convey ... enough ... but please ... watch Ian Pannel’s report ... if you can ... and let the little one ... the child ... the eight year old little boy ... speak there ... for himself ... let his tears ... touch ... you ... let his voice ... be real ...

anna1liese ~ take a look at this poem by the late Mahmoud Darwish: Mohammed

NB - Please allow me just to clarify (as some may take exception to the link I've provided, on "political" grounds) no, I'm not confused, nor intentionally "conflating"... because it's not about politics: it's about the CHILDREN!

(for allah's sake!)

...

consonantsandvowels,

Yes ... oh yes ...
...

Interrobang,
I wish the world would come and read the words you offer here.

Several mornings ago, I followed Art James’ lead and found a piece you’d written, a piece I’d found soon after you had written it, which had so deeply spoken to me. The poet read from this poem there.
How it moved me ... there ... and then ...

Now here ... all the words ...

Now here ... and as I read ... I see ...
and as as I see ... tears fall ...
I feel my arms reaching out ...
and they are late ...
too late ...
I want them not ...
to be ...
too late ...
And so ... a child ...
Syria’s child ...
Palestine’s child ...
a child ...

Syria’s Child ...
Palestine’s Child ...
an Arab Child ...
My Child ...
Our ... Child ...
Wherever the child ...
our child ...

His tears flow deep into my heart ... I feel a sense of my heart almost drowning. I am kind of glad for that. I don't want to become immune to this image of suffering. For being uncomfortable is nothing ... absolutely nothing ... compared to what this little boy and so many children suffer.

Heartbreaking.

Yes, Kate, yes ... how can hearts not break ...

Little one ... little ones ...
your tears ... speak all there is ...
I wish I knew ... what best would hold ...
how best to hold ... all of you ...
I so wish ... we who watch ... we who care ...
we who hear your tears ...
could come to you ... enfold you ...
could take all war ... away ...

Our Child ... ours ...
wherever you are ...
is there a way ... for you to know ...
how we feel your tears ...
for peace ... to leave the world of dream ...
and in a moment ...
to become ... your real ...

Little one ... child of war ...
may you somehow know ...
that even in the silence ...
even in the dark ...
tears are heard ...
hearts are held ...

hands reach out ...
...
if only you ...
could know ...

Yes . . . Play Loud To Global Merchants?
Play Perpetual Weeping Sounds. Cries.
Play via Mystical Persian Sufi Beliefs?
The Dead Cry Out. Listen. Who Win?
If Folk (Politico) Kill they a Victim?
No Project Self-Loathing. Be Peace.

I needed this. Thanks.
I saved a baby bonnet.
The hand made bonnet.
It was Left in a baby crib.
India (1993) I went to bury.
It was a Earthquake. Shake.
First reports? 60,000 dead?
My Mind drifted to Vietnam.
`
Ananda Margot hosted me.
They were sure Interesting.
I Listened to all nigh Howls.

I am just a fellow human.
We have the same faces,
ear, hands, eyes, hurts,
and
we'd best ` Love Always.
My Mom wrote that.
She is Precious Memory.
`
Yes. Tears. Sow. Reap.
Tears seem like Rains.
We bring in sheathes.
Sure. Touch the sad.
Touch Beauty. See.
Nourish Pure Ideas.
I Go Walk near creek.
Thanks. Walk gently.
I Be thinking of You.

Yes this is so sad, sometimes in my prayers the heaviness is overwhelming....All I can do is pray for the world to be covered in love.

Lest we forget ... lest we not know ... are words that come to mind ... in the midst of so many more ...
Anne, prayers ... yes ... for peace ... loving ... peace ...

Dear Art, how it helps to find you here. I saw your words just after you left them and somehow the piece felt more whole.

Love Always ... Walk gently ... near a creek ...
Thinking of you, Art, and walking ... gently ... by your side ...

Make tea, someone told me, and write ...
So here ...
still ... here ...
26 June - 16 July ...
since this child's ... tears ...


News ... this morning ... al Jazeera ...
The newsreader stops ... to allow the sounds ... of battle ...
Listen ... you will hear ...

Were there ever ... really ... thoughts of peace ...
from Assad ...
or were there ... are there ... only ... thoughts of ... holding on ...

I can not let this image go. How many children ... how many towns ... how many lives ... one way or another ... possibly lost ...

Here ... but not only ... here ...

Who holds them, rocks them, tries to dry their tears ...
Who cares enough ... to try ... and keep them safe ...

Just now ... more bullets ... ferocious bullets ...
Damascus ... from both sides ...

Is there a way to put ego aside, armed one by armed one, outside country by outside country, a government too afraid to let its people speak ...

Is there a way ... to lay the bullet bearing weapons down ...
to allow pause for aid ... medicines, bandages, water, calm ...
to bring belief ... all will be heard ...
to help a people ... in so much pain ...
find their own way ... a peaceful way ...
to gain the peace ... the freedoms that ... they seek ...

How long before ... there may ... again ... be dreams ...

Dearest child ... dearest ... child ...
how are you ... as this ... all ... goes ... on ...
holding you ... and ...
your tears ...
how they speak ... how they bring us ... truth ...

Three months gone today ...
and what has changed ...
what has changed ...
how to offer hope ...
to tears ...
a child's tears ...
how does a world watch ...
and look ...
away ...

Syria's Child ...
our child ...
may somehow ...
you feel held ...
may somehow ...
all arms fall ...
may somehow ...
peace be yours ...