The Swift Migrant.

A swift circled the blue, blue sky, another joining a long pilgrimage, journeying through jagged mountains. countries and places endangering  their fragile, feathered lives. Those arriving are welcomed.    Watching their flight we raise happy faces to a cerulean heavens of their grace. ==== Travelling thousands of long miles, they, like each refugee seek shelter,… Continue reading The Swift Migrant.

Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.

The chubby cheeked child pressed his teary  face against the cold metal box, then deeply burrowed to find the breast, that nurtured  him, empty as his mother’s body struggled  with starvation instead of promised salvation. ————– The pieces of silver exchanged brought her hope of a golden place; where work was to be in plenty,… Continue reading Demons of Trafficking and Immigration.