Out of the silence, this emerged
Imagine!
Above the wild, wild winds
and the lowering clouds
shine the same stars
that shine in the clear Syrian skies.
Their light has travelled
billions of billions of miles
to witness the destruction,
the misery,
the death throes,
the agonies
and the terror.
We light candles for that tortured place
offer prayer and our vigil,
as scenes of the unthinkable
roll on, roll on, roll on.
In our Fenland church it is cold,
yet as nothing compared to the frozen
nights
alternating with the unbearable heat
of an unsafe bunker, overcrowded and fetid
as a family waits in fear
of an enemy thundering into
their precarious refuge.
And the same stars shine on the camps,
acres of barely protective canvas
where children die for want of water
and lack of food.
How long, O Lord, how long
must the stars witness such harrowing
obscenity?
Our 'Light a Candle for Syria' event followed an earlier 'Song for Syria'. As with any event publicity is key - and here's the way we advertised the first event. We are situated on a through road from two main routes
Our 'Light a Candle for Syria' event followed an earlier 'Song for Syria'. As with any event publicity is key - and here's the way we advertised the first event. We are situated on a through road from two main routes