Our journey started with high hopes,
saying tearful goodbye to family and friends.
We packed our lives and histories into our bags,
Well all we could share and carry with us.
With sights set on that safe and promised land.
As the miles on sea and foot stretched before us,
weariness sapped our hope.
We shed belonging as with weight we could not cope.
Robbers attacked every convenient stopping water spot.
They each demanded something and wrenched it away.
There was kindness shown by some,
but to others we were disposable and in the way.
We cheered one another up, by crossing off each dangerous day.
The weather was moody, rain, wind, sun and snow.
I am not sure which we hated the most, as the journey began to slow.
At last we stood on the shore, paying everything we had,
to be secreted across the sea to that blessed promised land.
The last miles were the longest, the sea was not our friend,
it wanted to upend us, only god intervened to protect us.
On landing we were told you cannot stay here,
Rwanda is now your journey's end.
© 2022 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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