Hurt by lawless, lasting grief and pain
The image of the refugee disdained
Shows again the face within his face;
And yet he too is human in embrace
Bewildered by our contradicting aims;
Obey our Christ or keep our wealth to arm
We too are nervous when we read
The lies of men whom we have picked to lead
Who has got the couragof true gaze
To see the truth and like Our Lord be flayed?
Who will risk rejection by the mass?
Far better to avert our eyes and pass.
No one is an island, John Donne says
The bell that tolls informs and shows our way.
How my heart sings 