He made his first sound in a hay filled manger.
Born to a poor family in a
ravaged land occupied by foreign soldiers,
forced to flee to another
country because of political brutality.
Refugees.
Life was hard. They managed
on little and faced hard times together.
His parents named him Jeshua.
Mother and Father loved him
very much.
He was born in a one-room hut in El Salvador.
Poverty stricken,
Father could not find work.
No money to feed his often hungry family.
Constant violence surrounded them,
violence spawned by political corruption
and crime.
No choice but to
flee to another country to survive.
Refugees.
Mother and Father named their infant Juan,
and they loved him very much.
The adult Jeshua spent his life caring
for the poor, advocating on their behalf
and calling people to love each other.
He spoke against political and religious
corruption and lost his life for it.
Time will tell about Juan.
Eight-years-old now and
separated from his family in a foreign land
that was supposed to provide safe haven,
housed with 15,000 refugee children
in a detention camp.
Time will tell.
Two refugee boys separated
by 2,000 years.