Recently, I met someone who we can call “the Syrian poet” who writes about the heart of the people in Syria. I’m not a poet but I admire poetry from a safe, for its ability to capture the heart of reality to its core. As much of my heart is currently wrapped up in Syria, I am really loving these poems that explore what it is like to be Syrian today. Please take a moment to read and click through to read the rest of the poem…
THE LINE I CROSSED
(For those who cross the border)
By the Syrian Poet
they say there’s a line between here and there
and it’s gotta get crossed
to make a new way
from the lost way.
I lift my eyes for one last glance–
time stands still and forever lingers
in the moment
but I’m caught in the tension
that pulls me back again
it’s a dream I wake up in
with a whisper that echos
in my mind.
