Gwen's Poem

300,000 people
8.1 miles
hardly an ocean between us
no homes, no families,
no leaders.
(nowhere to go)

my heart is hurting, my hands must move
we must break down the borders
but what can I do, what can I do
watch and keep silent

we can't bring back the dead, no
we can't repair every home
we can't undo the mass graves
tens of thousands, tens of thousands
lost identities.

I only have one heart, two
Hands --
But we are one church, and one people, and one world
And together we have hurting hearts

And that makes all the difference,
Yes, that makes all the difference.