By Darryl Willis
Blue sky over a field of grain.
And in the square a little girl
in braided hair stands alone
in grief with hollow, sightless eyes.
Deep thoughts have been taken away
by her deep pain.
Deep calls to deep
and sorrow to sorrow. I would give
her hope but all I have are my tears
falling into Lybid’s stream
while hers fill the wide Dnipro.
Darryl Willis has been working with non-profits for 30 years. He presently is employed by an international non-profit organization serving Eastern European countries. He has also performed contract work as a curriculum writer and presenter. Professional training includes a MA from Lipscomb University and certificates in Critical Incident Stress Management.
