I look at all the refugees
The mass of humanity,
And the people in this
Place gathered there…
In their faces I see
Such hopelessness,
In their eyes untold
Suffering and great despair…
Frail from hunger and
Bodies weak of strength,
Eyes glazed over with
The stare of death…
Starvation robbing
Some of their life,
And watching their
Labored breath…
I look upon
Their suffering,
And I cannot
Look away…
I weep the tears
They can no longer cry,
And then let my heart
Give sway…
To this mass of humanity
Upon this sea of suffering,
And then I grasp
The heart of God…
That looks with compassion
And reaches out,
For mankind
From heaven up above…
To assist and touch
Each suffering person,
To help and send
A desperate lifeline…
To save each person
One helpless life,
One helpless soul
One individual at a time…
To feed their hunger
And quench their thirst,
To offer life and
Fill their empty souls…
To clothe their nakedness
And dress them in dignity,
To restore them once again
And to make whole…
To bring the healing touch
And gentle holy care,
To touch their fevered brow
And nurse them back to life…
And as I send an offering
I’m helping each one,
As though I were standing there
And acting just like Christ.
(By: Melanie Boutiette © 11/29/05. Dedicated to Life Today as they minister and rescue so many needy people and especially refugees! While I wrote this poem many years ago, it certainly applies to today as we watch the mass of suffering refugees leaving the Ukraine. And again, I am reduced to tears and action as I simply cannot look away.)