“It isn’t just families who have tragically lost loved ones to falling skyscrapers or guided missiles that are in mourning.  In every neighborhood in every community in the world, somebody’s carrying some grief, some fear, some sadness, some unspeakable injustice, some unbearable horror — and all are in need of a Safe Harbor of the Heart.”

In this recent article in Meridian Magazine, LDS songwriter Michael McLean tells of finding new meaning in a song originally written with a very different purpose in mind.

Michael McLean – Safe Harbors lyrics

Listen to the song, Safe Harbors of the Heart, sung by Katie Thompson, by clicking here.

There are refugees among us
That are not from foreign shores;
And the battles they are waging
Are from very private wars.
And there are no correspondents
Documenting all their grief,
But these refugees among us all
Are yearning for relief.

There are refugees among us.
They don’t carry flags or signs.
They are standing right beside us
In the market check out lines;
And the war they’ve been fighting
It will not be televised,
But the story of their need for love
Is written in their eyes.

This is a call to arms,
To reach out and to hold
The evacuees from the dark.
This is a call to arms,
To lead anguished souls
To safe harbors of the heart.

Can you see through their disguises?
Can you hear what words won’t tell?
Some are losing faith in Heaven
‘Cause their life’s a living Hell.
Is there anyone to help those
Who have no where else to flee?
For the only arms protecting them
belong to you and me.

This is a call to arms,
To reach out and to hold
The evacuees from the dark.
This is a call to arms,
To lead anguished souls
To safe harbors of the heart.
Can you feel the pleas of the refugees
For safe harbors of the heart?

This is a call to arms,
To reach out and to hold
The evacuees from the dark.
This is a call to arms,
To lead anguished souls
To safe harbors of the heart.
Can you feel the pleas of the refugees
For safe harbors of the heart?

“I have seen all around me people who have built those safe harbors — not with bricks and mortar, but with compassion and concern.  I’ve seen people extending themselves without butting in. Comforting without preaching. Healing with hugs and empowering with pot roast.

“And for as much unseen pain and suffering as there is going on all around us, there is an equal, if not greater amount of love and service that never finds a spot on the nightly news.  But if you listen you can hear it.

“It’s the most glorious song I’ve ever heard and it’s manifest outside our doctrinal debates and intense discussions of dogma.  It’s heard in acts of love and understanding and compassion, flowing like a river from the human spirit into safe harbors of the heart everywhere.”