I see things
I hear things
I feel things,
they are all the same things.
Wondering how we got here
why we got here
how it will evolve
if it can ever be solved.
Our hearts break
Our minds search
Our hope wanes.
Faith in our common goals
Faith in the healing of our souls
Will maybe bring us
To heal things
To feel things
To clearly see things.
How they are
How they can be
Once our hostages are free
How can the world perceive us
As the enemy?
Our soldiers return to be men,
women, sisters, brothers,
fathers, mothers.
Children long to see
their lives
as they were meant to be.
Maddy Levine wrote this poem one year ago, at the start of the Israel-Gaza War 2023, and it is, she says, still relevant today.