17/05/2026
📌 #1,598: Heal This Tear
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‘As the civil conflict enters its fourth year, the protracted hunger crisis in Sudan shows little sign of abating.
Violence, displacement and severe humanitarian access constraints are impacting children, families and communities across the country.’ — Statement from Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations (FAO) World Food Programme and UNICEF
Heal this tear
A gurgling liquid spear
Bleeding my soul to shred
Be led to care
Streaming unbroken thru years
Sodden with guilt n’ uncare
I have arrived here
A ghost of a past self
Hearts n’ soul are awakening
Heavy with a terrible expectancy
Like a mother bear heaving
Pricked ears pasted to the wind
Listening intently
For the pulse of morning
Yet will we ever be
Like they that dream dreams
Will we encounter a turning
Again of years-long captivity
A refreshing of the songs of Zion
In the den of lions
Will be privy to the peace
That chews up conflicts
Will we cross our Jordan
After our sojourn in the desert
Will we descend Ararat
At the receding flood of Noah
Or will our dove
Fly away with our sparrow
Will the olive cast its fruit
N’ famine continually
Cut down our youth
In the streets
N’ lo! Rahab
Nay! Sudan
Weeps for her infants
Sucklings weaned at her breast
By hate strangled at her breast
Heal this tear
Sown in the barren year
Arise speedily n’ wear
All Your Doctor’s gear
Cherubs mercies bear
Seraphs bring up the rear
Your steadfastness without compare
We pant like the deer
For the water that makes glad
The bitterness of the heart
Comfort our embittered parts
Make this ever present
Darkness depart
Put our derailed lives on reset
But will the voice of melody
Rise again like incense
From the altar of rejoicing
Spare us this eerie suspense
Accustomed to shedding
Leaves like the fig
Tree dying to live
Dead to rights bleeding
We objects of scorn n’ pity
Turned away at the gates
Of mercy by purveyors of hate
Will we ever come
To the hill of our salvation
Who has believed our report
Our yearning for redemption
Heal this tear
This rip in our inward parts
Leaking red crystal clear
It glistens in the light like shards
Shall gladness come again
When the morning wakes
Into a joyous daybreak
Will lasting healing
Come with the sun rising
Over a crimsoned horizon
To turn the dry patch
Into a healing zone
Even where things have fallen apart
Like an intricate work of art
Therefore heal this tear
Knit together the frayed edge
This rift severed by the spear
In my own neighbor's hand
This swathe of desolate land
Hold up the eternal lamp
Shine the light of life
Where men are prone to die
Banish the legion of strife
Wash to wool this diabolic dye
Master we want to see
The coming of the glory
Healing riding on a white horse
Like a herald swinging close
From the North
Will we come to purpose
To find it juxtaposed
To incoming private goals
Or meet it comatose
In the skin of a ghost
What is there to see
Hearts are all at sea
Will healing confound us
Will hope repair our world
Shattered n’ broken thus
Heal this tear
Heal us here
We would rather be restored
Thy kingdom come.
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