A Candle Burning in My Heart
Weak and tiny fingers are rubbing his eyes full of tears...The child is looking into the free blue sky and asking God to give him a pieace of bread...The child cannot understand why his mom does not sing him a good night song anymore... Why she is so cold not waking up... The night is cold and silent. Lonely awls are hooting...God welcomes this little heart into His merciful warm hands...Tears are kissed away...The child happily runs to his mama whose hands smell of freshly-baked wheat bread...
Today my country is honouring the memory of Ukrainians who died of hunger in 1932-33. I am happy to see many young people of my age and even younger who remember this tragic event of our Ukrainian history. Many Ukrainian families and even people abroad light candles tonight. They pray for the souls of all those martyrs who had to face a real nightmare called famine....No bread. No potatoes. Nothing. Even no hope. No tears left...
Just imagine how it feels like to see your beloved ones dying just because someone decided that your child does not deserve a small bread loaf. There is nothing more awful in the world than the feeling of being helpless and hopeless...
I am grateful to God for a sunny piece of bread I have today. I am happy to have my hope. I am happy I remember. I am happy to see little children nowadays who enjoy so many delicious things.
My candle is burning. My heart is bleeding but my hope is shining. As long as we remember - Ukraine is alive. The world is alive. And our hearts are able to make someone's life warmer .
It is really sad history for Ukrainian. I did not know that history. I do not want to see the children who are suffering from the hunger.
ReplyDeleteDearest Asako,
DeleteIt's sad to admit but many people do not know anything about this tragic event in Ukraine. Maybe it's something that should not bother anyone. Past is past. But I honestly believe that by remembering this we will never let the same happen. At least with our souls. It's even worse when our souls are hungry. Hungry for love, compassion and hope.
Hi Daria
ReplyDeleteYou are perfectly right. I am one of those who think that I am really lucky for living life in this period of time and in this place. Even though I have some heath problems, I feel lucky because I know there are lots of people over there that are dying of famine or having some health problems that are worse than mine. I have never experienced the lack of something to eat, but my parents have. Not so long ago, we suffered a civil war (1936-1939) and after that several years of having nothing to eat. That’s why nowadays I feel lucky. I am a member of (medicine sans frontiers), and I have given them for about 7 years some money each month to help those people all over the world who don’t have anything at all and are dying even due to a simple flu.
Sergio
My dear Sergio,
DeleteThank you very much for this personal story you've shared with me here. Your parents must have been very brave people. They had to face many great challenges.
I am happy to know you. I am happy you can help others. It's very important to give. This way you will never be hungry yourself. By helping others we feed our souls with true happiness.