Joy & Longing (A Poem)
As the war goes on, hostages are brought home, I can’t help but pray, For those who are still being held in captivity, For those whose families have been grieving for months. The fallen soldier, The hostage, The massacred, The displaced, The brother, The friend, The mother, The sister, The father, The boyfriend, The wife, The children, The teacher, The bus driver... The fifteen million strong family, who survives against all odds... As we are all in pain, we are also celebrating. Celebrating the return of our brothers & sisters, Rescued by the heroes of our God-given army. The joy is overwhelming, The longing to see the return of each hostage, is equally strong, Mixed feelings of joy & longing, But a spark goes off, Noticing the joy in the moment, But the reality behind it, How is Mia, Itay, Liam? And all those already brought home, With scares of war imprinted on their chests. No one sees them, But they come alive when looking in the mirror, A
