We walked over broken brick and glass,
Shattered fragments of recent lives
Lost to memories in burnt photographs,
But held in hearts that pulsed with pain
And minds defiled by war and hatred.
We fled, led by fear and chased by demons,
Passed through heartless, pitiless hands.
We flocked like flightless helpless birds
Crowding the shore, searching for hope
Between each trembling wave.
We left the solidity of dry land
For the uncertainty of the sea.
Life and death on a boat, a raft of hope?
Washed ashore by the endless tide
Of those that would follow us.
We arrived in the cold sunrise
Of a new dawn and the alien
Land that stretched before us was
Hope. But all that glitters can be tarnished
By rejection, mistrust, suspicion and hatred. Yet
We walked on foreign soil,
Embraced by foreign arms.
Listening to foreign voices,
Watching foreign faces,
Enjoying foreign tea and tradition.
We found hope. It was there
Shining in the cracks in the darkness.
And in the faces that smiled with welcome
And kindness that lit memories of home
And family and friendship.
We forgot despair for a few precious moments,
And walked with our foreign friends
Upon pebble beach and alien streets.
Drinking milky tea and imbibing soft words
From those who we now realised were not foreign,
Because they walked with us too.