Oh, your colours lure me into hidden spaces

I fall down many holes, at first, unperturbed

Until, I hear soft whimpers like puppy dogs

But, no, they are little children

Crying softly into the night

Lost beyond all sight…

Please, please, Guatemala!!

You must recover your missing children

Bring them back from the hell they have been

Forced, coerced and sold into! Yes, sold!

Beyond any and all humanity… How!

Save the ones still left behind

From the wicked, within

Those high orphanage walls

You KNOW the ones!

Who shall ever sleep a solid wink

Until all the children have come home?

God help Guatemala

Honor and love all her beautiful children

As children were meant to be

Nurtured, cherished, valued and protected

Semana Santa!

A celebration of the movement of Christianity

Vibrancy, humility, pageantry

Still, its beauty can’t hide the truth

Wafts of sadness curl around me

Like incense lit for procession

Choking, blinding me

The knowing, so heavy

An unbearable weight

The temperature, so hot… But,

Cold blood runs through my veins

I fear, I shall never return.. For,

I could not bare to hear another person cry

For dead, dying and missing children

Guatemala, you have forever, seared my heart.


Featured image- Child participating in a mournful procession during Semana Santa, Antigua Guatemala, April 2017

©Judi Risser

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