The April 2017 A to Z Challenge begins in a few days on April 1st. All bloggers are welcome to share words, photography, you.
We just returned from Uganda so I am inspired to share about this place and these people who were so welcoming and loving (so much so that we are hoping to return soon!)
Our journey took us to the northern part of Uganda the main city being Gulu. This part of Uganda has suffered greatly under the hand of The Lord’s Resistance Army.
The Acholi one of the displaced tribes are slowly moving back to ancestral land but many of the young people are staying in the cities. One man, James, told some memories as a young child of losing his home and having to hide. He is one of the stalwart who has returned to the land he loves. He is dreaming of planting a church and building a school for the people who have returned.
Under 2 sprawling trees, hope has been rekindled for a piece of Northern Uganda.
In the mirror of a water bucket I see:
A blur of color
children with bright hearts
flames cannot douse courage
little girls pump, pump, pump
feet steadily move up the hill
little heads bear yellow water jugs
school books brown edged
blue chairs too hot to touch
ashen are next day’s reflections
parents anxious to know education’s fate
stories told, songs we sang, things we made
in the mirror of my heart
stout hearts of orphans
over flow of son’s rays of love
Fire rages fierce
days merge breeze takes them away
color filled smiles
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is “Mirror.”
pen scratches agaisnt grit
drop of blood caresses
sand paper roughness
of your words
turning like a corkscrew
my mind in confusion
used to talk straight lines
your eyes would sparkle
my hands are empty
the missing link on your wrist
my pen seeks softer media
do you leave me here
to find a new fetal position
flooded with tears
I float in questions
I still draw breath
no motion is the same
you send a rubber ducky
memories of feet caressing sand
beaches and piers, a quest
chasing shore birds
digging for treasure
building castles in shared dreams
sun shines too bright in my eyes
you walk with another
The word “nostalgia” comes from two Greek roots, nostos meaning ‘return home’ and algia ‘longing’. However neither poetry nor politics birthed the term, rather it came from ‘medicine’. In the seventeenth century nostalgia was considered as a curable disease, like a common cold.
Nostalgia is a longing for a Place as well as for a Time.
Sharing with Poets United – the theme this week Nostalgia.
this once content reed, flails
wind seeks to rip from mooring
torrent twists at peace
dusk to dawn, I wrestle
hot tears silent fall
gash displaces scars sewn shut
But light is on the horizon
before ink sets dry
warm breeze blanket will heal
soft rain cleases wounds
faith holds this vessel steadfast
hope will make me whole
This song reminds me that I need not be weighed down by life’s burdens
seems so real
can’t see clearly
thought can delude
take new form
mirror taken away
I see truth
freed to be
The search to “find oneself” is an ongoing quest. Looking in the mirror doesn’t always help.
Maybe because it’s a distorted image of who we really are.
Don’t cease the search, but remember the Master knows (and sees) the real you.
The unveiling will occur one day and we will behold not only self but Truth with no obstructions.
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”
“Now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.”
1 Corinthians 13:12