cheryl davis miller
A Cry For Help - Poem by cheryl davis miller
Akira bowed, to get beneath
shelter the cliffs could provide.
Amidst strangers and family
all seeking a place to hide.
Her little one clinging to her
cried loudly for food to eat.
She staggered in sheer exhaustion
from fear and sweltering heat.
A cacophony of voices,
echo questions and debate
wondering, now where do we go
oh God, what will be our fate?
To be driven out like stray dogs
because of faith and belief,
they ponder over the future
and if it will bring relief.
Some have died while on this sojourn
covered by dust starved for rain.
No time to mourn their passing,
too burdened with angst and pain.
Hiding there they hold their breath and
wait in anticipation,
that help will come from somewhere else
for Christians in their nation.
Then far off in the distance they
can hear the comforting sound
of someone raising a standard;
and mortars pounding the ground.
Time to defend the innocent
and defy the cowards hand.
A call to the Christian nations
to gather and take a stand.
Cheryl Davis Miller 8/8/14
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