This is a poem from one of my greatest friends, Sabina Carlson. It is very beautiful, inspiring, and affectionate, which is symbolistic of who she is.
Hold up your candle if you are an angel
Vigil for Darfur
Hold up your candle if you are an angel.
Hold up your candle if the light of hope
dances and curls about your spine
like the breath of light
about the wick.
Or blow out your candle if you believe
that when
these flames flicker out
we will forget
the faces we now see before us:
the faces
of the hopeful,
and the memory of the abused.
Hold up your candle
if the people standing along side you
have become your wings,
and that
side by side
we fly
to a better place and time.
hold up your candle if you know that sound does not travel
through air and wires but rather through the chords
of our hearts and that we will never
be able to claim
that we could not hear
a single cry
because a deafening ocean
stood between us.
Hold up your candle if you remember
how the world forgot 800
thousand Rwandans,
hold up your candle if you have a hole
burnt into your heart
by the Shoah, the Great Fire,
the Holocaust
and hold up your candle if you can still see
the smoke
and taste the ashes.
hold up your candle
if you know
that tears
only feed
that fire.
and hold up your candle
if you refuse to let the world
sob itself to sleep, waiting for a wish,
because we did not listen to them,
because we did not burn with them,
because we did not tell them
"I am
going
to save you.
Here,
I am your miracle."
For who
dares to say that miracles are simply
the dusted spines
of Bibles?
Friends, look
at the crying wings you stand
side by side with, listen to the heavenly
psalms of hope and hurt, feel your heart
rise
through the halo above your head
to join with a hundred thousand others
who will heal
this world.
hold up your candle
if you
are an angel.
Beautiful.
Its not flowing with rhyme and rhythm, or at least thats what it appears. But rather feels like a stinging rebuke for those that sit by and chose to do nothing, waiting for someone, or something else to be a hero, be a miracle. Deep and penetrating into ones soul if they let it.
Moreover, me and Sabina actually do something. We are both members of Amnesty International and we are both busily setting up a non-profit whose objective is sustainable development in Africa.
This poem always, always, gives me motivation. I remember when she read it front of ten thousand people from eleven states in New York. It was a huge Amnesty event that we were both part of.
I too am a member of Amnesty International, though not as active as you are. I don't have time to donate, so I donate what money I can. Love the poem, I printed it off for my wife this morning, she wanted me to tell you it was as deep as it was touching and she herself felt inspired as well. It rare to find a writer who can inspire such desire to do good in the world today. It may have been common once, but not now, keep up the prose.