When hope and horror collide
Home no longer a hide
People are forced to seek
Havens in the belief
That humanity will offer relief
To the destitute, evicted, grieved.
No time to look back
Remembering will have to wait
Be shared in stories
Preserved in tourist brochure memory
To recall loss of an idealised past
In coping with
The confusion of the new
Until one day
A sense of belonging
Says;
I am at home where I am.
Fr Bobby Gilmore (March 2022, Ukraine)