The Watchful Witnesses

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The mountains stand resolutely by, and watch
They move not; they are strong
Marauders have invaded its strong towers
Carved its caves, cracks and crevices
Liars have terrorized its valleys
With whispers echoing deception
But the mountains do not lie
They are watchful witnesses
A day will come when they shall not remain silent nor still
They shall shake the land and quake
With raging anger
They shall heave in protest and wail
In righteous insistence
Those invaders will not fail to scream and cower
Its mighty pillars, its majestic spires
Reaching into the moonless sky
Its fearsome shadows, reflecting light
Deflecting darkness
The mountains once clothed in holiness
Now seen for its wretchedness
They were once a refuge,
Once a fortress,
Once a prison,
One day, it shall be
Shall it be,
Once more –
A haven. 

By Janielle

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Welcome to my wayfaring world of stories. My name is Janielle and I’m a traveling musician and music educator from Melbourne living in Kabul, Afghanistan. Join me on my quest to embrace people of peace in tough places, inspire creative education where none exists, spark spiritual conversations that challenge the status quo, and collaborate with like-minded young people to catalyze a mission of peacemaking through acts of compassion and creativity among the young and free. As a nomad at heart, my ‘home’ is wherever I journey with people on the ground and discover life on the frontiers.