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A poem

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November 19, 2018
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Our sobbing 
pierced the cloudless sky
No words came
only the guttural cries
of abandoned children

Our anguish drew scorn
from our captors
You’ve been here a lifetime
Don’t tell us you’re homesick now”

Pent-up grief rushed through us
Like a river
swollen with salted rain
swallowing its banks

Their lye-soaked mocking, a dam
“Yeah, tell us you want to go home”
lie-soaked words
“when there’s no home waiting for you”




for breath

we remember 

a place we’ve never lived

and we know 

our captors remember 

our home, too

Michelle Van Loon
Michelle Van Loon is the author of five books, including her most recent works, Becoming Sage: Cultivating Meaning, Purpose, and Spirituality, Born To Wander: Recovering the Value of our Pilgrim Identity, and Moments and Days: How Our Holy Celebrations Shape Our Faith. She blogs at michellevanloon.com and theperennialgen.com.

Cover photo by Nout Gons.

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