The following poem was about a picture I saw in the Argus. It was called the Muhammed al-Durrah incident. The year was 2000 and it was a picture about a Palestinian boy who was shot in the face. His father was crying terribly, cradling him in his arms. It was at that time the height of conflict between Israel and the Palestinians and the picture just touched my heart. As a Christian I believe that we in our choices have decided to accept the Lord Jesus Christ as our saviour, however at that stage I questioned why certain things happened and why a father should cry because of an innocent boy who knew only what he was taught to be shot.
As he closes his eyes
Slowly as the sun
That sets over the sea
He reflects back
Over a history like the rays
Reflecting off the water
And as he reaches
To the face that looks upon him
A tear falls on his check
From above like the beginning of
A storm in the Father’s heart
That kills this eagles dream
A dream which could have made him fly
As his earthly eyes open
Other eyes open
And sees only darkness
He reaches out and touches
Skin which could be silk
He looks again and sees
That he has been wrapped
In an envelope of feathers
And as he spread his wings
To take flight
He slips from his father’s arms
Disappearing form the dark unending light
Till the end of days
“AlDurrah3”. Via Wikipedia – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:AlDurrah3.jpg#/media/File:AlDurrah3.jpg