To Syria With Love

I love you until the end of time.
I love you


Yes, Syria, I love you

But Jesus, all I see is pain, destruction and ruin, 
Did it not occur to you that we were already in anguish before you allowed this to happen to us, 

Syria, I really do love you

Seriously, God where should I start. The government, or the rebels. With the oppression or subjugation of a peoples desire for peace. 
Or the broken promises and shattered families, no just let me say this one word 

I see past the destruction of man made things and can identify with the pain covering tear streaked faces layered with dirt. I hurt with each labored breathe your lungs takes cuz they are all measured by mii. Bones broken, blood shed every single drop is recognized by mii.

The last gasp of each dying soul is chronicled and noticed by mii, I alone know the exact count and all the names to go with the faces now buried in deep in the Mediterranean.
Drowned, moments await from freedom.
 In vain, the world tries to quantify with estimate but I have life stories, not just bodies. Testimonies etched into my eternal memory constantly replay in my mind, on my hands are the names of the ones that died seconds before help arrived. Deprived of oxygen, struggling for air, the ones that screamed out my name, before their world went dark, I know them all.  I alone see all your pain not just the fractions that affect each faction.
Human feelings cannot be used to portray the depth of emotion that courses thru my veins.
I love you
You are loved by mii in ways that the world cannot understand
They see buildings reduced to rubble
So double your pain and triple your anguish and that just begins to scratch the surface of my grief because I know the history of everyone who wished they could live in such a building.
I know of the struggle that has replaced your blissful existence
I know of the pain that has become a constant stain on your soul
I know the day of conception of the child who dead body on the shore would ignite the nations
I know your pain and while the world now tries to make restitution and alleviate your suffering.
I can’t.
I wish I could swoop down with legions of angels to heal each wound, I have the power, I have the means and yet love prevents mii from intervening, refraining to act breaks my heart apart, like Mozart I must sit on the sidelines watching them try to recreate my symphony.
I see your pain I am not blind to your plight, I just can’t give you want you want
Because that will require mii to bring an end to sin today.
For me to wipe out evil and end the reign of Satan.
For me to reclaim dominion of the earth and bring about a rebirth that will impact every living atom in your stratosphere.

From above you want mii to take away pain but I can’t remove pain because to eliminate pain is to eradicate choice. I want to intercede and put an end to all’s life’s misery but I want to allow everyone on earth the opportunity to know me and choose me.
The world is a mess, ISIS is evil, and there are no cookie-cutter answers to assuage your suffering but Know this, I love you
Have hope in this love because I alone see the heart
Where they see ruin, I see rebirth,
where they see destruction I see determination made manifest in the eyes of each refugee who struggles to learn a new language.
I know you are scared to close your eyes as night,
Scared to sleep, so all you do is weep and remember the ones who never made it out alive.
Syria I see you.
I see the hope you hold on to that tomorrow will be easier.
I see the courage you apply as you cross deserts and lands only to be turned away by the very ones who you lend a hand
Syria I see you.
I see you pain, your misery.
Your promise and tomorrow.

For centuries your history has been intertwined with that of my people.
I love you, I sent them to love you but they didn’t
I sent them to share my truth with you but they instead embraced your mess.
Syria, I saw you then. I see you now and I love you still.
Resilient you are putting one step in front of another and you seek peace.
Beautiful you are each morning you are able to see the beauty in being alive and cherish each moment and thank mii for each breathe
Courageous you are each day choosing to live and not to give in to the darkness or take what the devil panders
Resourceful you are taking on the roles of father and mother children acting as parents
You are mine.
You are mine, on the days your scream out in pain and curse my name
You are heart, soul, mind, beauty, resilient and mine
You are courageous, resourceful, strong, determined and mine,
You are tired, in pain, scared, bruised, lonely, broke, orphaned and mine
You are mine.

I have bought you with my blood
I paid the price, stripped of all dignity, ridiculed by humanity just so on this day
on this day when your heart breaks from the weight of sin cold hand  I can hold you and call you mine and
give you peace that transcends this world
give you joy regardless of what is hurled
give you freedom to choose to cherish humanity
give you love to act with dignity
give you patience to deal with the weather
give you hope knowing that this won’t last forever
because you are mine
and one day I’m coming to reclaim what is rightfully mine