In each flickering flame
in each voice rising
something of the Savior
in the cries of the people
Bringing us back to him
the Sermon on the Mount
his calling to us
to be his hands, his mouth
Speaking when we were silent
joining in their yearning
seeking justice, freedom
for all the oppressed people
Standing with them
against the regimes
the despots trying to hold power
those wanting to be free
Each of the flames, light
a witness to the nations
the seeds of change growing
becoming a wild fire
The sands of time swirling
the sandstorm coming
watching in real-time
as freedom replaces injustice
Crying for the martyrs
the ones yet in changes
standing now with them
calling for their freedom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem