I hear the echo - Elaine Grech
Sheltered by the willow tree
And held by the blue sky...
I kneel in front of the monument of the fallen...
I release purple tears,
my feet rooted in the soil
that was once your home...
A home drenched in sweat and blood...
I hear the echo of our ancestors
from Stonehenge to Haġar Qim,
carried by the four winds…
attuning to the tribal dance.
The river flows carrying...releasing…
May the compassion in our hearts flow...
I pray...it unlocks...
I pray for the love that forges rivers in barren lands...
I kneel in front of the fathers and mothers
who have perished in the tunnel of hardship.
I bow in front of you, mothers and fathers
Who dared to dream and step forward...
The sun will not set on you
Never will you be forgotten...
Your legacy runs in my blood.
With feathers in our hair, we bless the earth that God gifted us.
We envisage our future
led by the Light that guides our way forward.
Elaine Grech 2025
