— for the music bearers who carry our common light across generations and borders.
In their distant countries, each bird
drank from a different spring. Each
flew here from a different forest.
The sky was wide, their tongues small.
The wind loved their feathers all.
Far away each bird had hidden
where bullets flew. Some had left
a father behind, a mother, a fledging lost.
Here, a great silence awaited them.
At first they hid in the trembling leaves.
Around our clearing, each twig
held two small feet, and the soft
weight of a song we had never heard.
Wind stirred the leaves, and became
the breath of each singer.
Remembering their nesting grounds
far away, they sang their longing for home, as
their singing joined here in mysterious harmony
we had never heard. How but in music
could we know one another?
– Kim Stafford
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I love this. I
As a former refugee, I can completely relate. Thank you!