Refugee

When I was born, physically
…. a refugee in a strange land
Surviving intrinsically
By the love of a mother’s hands

Most of all know this

When I died, metaphysically
…. a refugee in a strange land
Surviving explicitly
Within the love of a High Command

Least of all know this

When I returned here impossibly
…. a refugee in a strange land
Surviving contradictadly
Despite the shifting times of sand

Least of all know this

When disaster knocked unavoidably
…. a refugee in a strange land
Surviving technically
The plighting of Almighty Hands

Most of all know this

God, I seek refuge in You, from You.

About Andrew Dettman

Counsellor, poet, cabbie, diction worker. Ministrant.
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3 Responses to Refugee

  1. isabeltipple says:

    Dear Andrew,

    Please would you consider submitting this superb piece to Ivan Granger At Poetry Chaikhana so more people can be inspired, comforted And strengthened?

    🙏❤️❤️🌞Isabel.x

    Isabel Tipple

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