Healing Touch Of Music At Palmyra Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

You flee from fires and bombs
You scream over the loss of your loved ones
You bear the scars in your body
retrieving fallen hopes and dreams.

You rise up one morning
When the sun begins to shine
The dark clouds in the sky
have fallen down as heavy rains.

You rub your eyes
wanting to find if
there are still tears left to shed
after your many deaths.

Then you hear the music
on the air, reverberating
into your bones and tendons,
different from shelling and bombings
that have shattered your eardrums.

Familiar music is now played
before broken towers and ruins
of your childhood and youth.
This music, this piece of music
speaks to your broken heart -
allowing you to cry again,
refreshed and renewed to
rediscover a new sense of hope.

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March 5,2017