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This poem comes from Heart Coming Home, Noel Davis’ eighth book of reflective poetry.
It is the children who take us by the hand
and lead us home.
They are reaching out to us now
each of them
from sinking boats
from behind razor wire fences
washed up on the shore
condemned to living and dying
in unrelenting fear and trauma
with parents desperate to find
a safe haven.
They are the holy innocents of our day.
What now their present abuse and abandonment?
‘Let the children come unto me.’*
They are reaching us now
eyes fixed on us
hoping we will reach out to them
be the Hands and Refuge of God.
This poem is featured in the December 2017 edition of EREMOS.
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