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I want to join the caravan
To hug each weary soul
To give to all
food, clothes, and more
A safe place to rest from trials
I want to join the caravan,
Extend a welcome hand
I want to know them each my name
And not as illegal, fugitive, nor migrant
I want to join the caravan
And share what God has given
For I have been so richly blessed
Every moment I’ve been living
I want to join the caravan
For they know truth, not lies
They know the value of a life
They hear the people’s cries
I want to know the ones who walk
Trudging mile after mile
Though humble, weak, and destitute
They’re richer than they seem
For though they hold not earthly gold
They’re filled with hopes and dreams
And not with greed’s own poison
I want to join the caravan
And walk the weary miles
Each one offers a chance, you see
to walk the talk
And be not afraid
They may steal my job
Or pilfer my way of living
For the Divine has set us here
To be good to one another
I want to join the caravan
To know blessings once again
For as we sit in judgment here
And sneer upon the ‘other’
We dishonor the God we preach
And deserve not the name
Of sister nor of brother
I want to join the caravan
And find my soul again
Inspiring and beautiful poetry. Thanks for sharing
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Thanks Sadje, much appreciated
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My pleasure.
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Beautiful poetry and I love that picture!!!
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Thank you
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