The Children
of Darfur
By Dawn Lothariius
I have played many roles, I have been a karate
instructor, a waitress and bartender, and a
Pan Am flight Attendant. I went to college for
Communication Arts, and worked with several
companies as a graphic designer, including
Precious Moments, which had me creating
product lines with huge companies like Hallmark
and Mattel, and traveling all over the world to
source product. I am an illustrator, artist, writer,
songwriter, child advocate, student of Love and
All of Life’s Truths, Minister of the Able Axiom Life
Center, and mother of four incredible children.
Several years ago, as I was nursing my youngest
baby and perusing cable channels, I came across
a documentary just as it showed several children
drawing pictures, just as my children would. I did
not know what the film was about, but the children
coloring caught my curiosity. What were they
drawing? I saw what looked to be like blue skies,
clouds, planes, domed huts, red scribbles... human
shapes and more red... and I became nauseous
as I realized the heavy red scribbles on the faces
of the people, on the faces of their families and
friends, were blood!
These were the children of Darfur. My heart broke.
I was stunned, I’d seen nothing about this in the
mass media (which I no longer watch). How could
it be that this unbelievable inhumanity was so
silenced? I wanted to hug the children back into
love. It was so disempowering to feel there was
nothing I could do (but make a donation). I did see
that there were good people and organizations
doing what they could (with little funding), even
some celebrities giving their time, money, and
clout. But how could so many others in “positions
of power” do nothing?
As I heard myself think that, I caught myself. *I*
was in a position of power. Everyone is. We are
made of this integrating, healing energy called
love. And it is the most powerful force in life, it
IS life. I’ve seen what it can do, what I can do,
when I choose to embrace it, and focus it purely.
So I could focus this energy positively for Darfur,
knowing it had power.
I wrote this song to process through my own
horror of what they went through, to keep eyes
open and honest, to bridge ignorance, and to
honor the children of Darfur. I wrote my prayer to
focus my love for them, and offer my request to
God on their behalf.
I send all the children of Darfur, young and old,
and those that help them, so much love. And I ask
for more inspiration towards love for us all.