Readers of this blog will recall the fundraiser that I organized a few months back. Due to your engagement as a fan of my work, I was able to donate 150€ to the charity UNICEF – more information here about UNICEF’s Syria activities.
Like with all armed conflict, the crisis in Syria especially affects children: there is mention of a lost generation. As a father of two boys, I can only say: we shouldn’t allow innocent people, youngsters, to suffer from these conflicts. I am very happy that through the royalties generated through my artistic work, I am able, with your help, to support these victims.
Soar not too high, O bird of Hope!
Because the skies are fair;
The tempest may come on apace
And overcome thee there.
When far above the mountain tops
Thou soarest, over all –
If, then, the storm should press thee back,
How great would be thy fall!
And thou wouldst lie here at my feet,
A poor and lifeless thing, –
A torn and bleeding birdling,
With limp and broken wing.
Sing not too loud, O bird of Hope!
Because the day is bright;
The sunshine cannot always last –
The morn precedes the night.
And if thy song is of the day,
Then when the day grows dim,
Forlorn and voiceless thou wouldst sit
Among the shadows grim.
Oh! I would have thee soar and sing,
But not too high, or loud,
Remembering that day meets night –
The brilliant sun the cloud.