Syria, Syria, Syria,
my heart is aching,
breaking, heavy
for you.
Forgive them
for they know not what they do.
I am seeking ways to help.
For starters, a donation:
MercyCorps
Save the Children
International Committee of The Red Cross
For seconds, sharing your poetry:
For thirds, prayers, tears, and more writing.
For fourths, seeking help while I dream.
For fifths, seeking again when I wake.
For now,
I love you, my brothers, my sisters,
my children.
I am seeking ways to help.
Featured: Laith Majid, Syrian refugee father from Deir Ezzor crying tears of joy and relief that he and his children have made it to Europe.
Photo credit: Daniel Etter, The New York Times / Redux / eyevine
Poetry excerpt: “Home” by Warsan Shire