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Restored #forgiveness #poetry #uganda

They curse the dry unyielding ground

stubble from impotent crops remain

toppled huts call out in anger

“we will never be whole again

they have maligned our children

destroyed our spirit”

only bitter weeds grow strong

***

lovingly they pour water on hardened ground

fingers soiled with ancestral dirt

music filters through new huts

golden maize dances to life’s song

children’s laughter reaches blue expanse

“we are known as the place of the light”

Pasqual’s face radiates hope

***

The LRA displaced the Acholi tribes in Northern Uganda. Not one family was untouched. “I was abducted as a child.” “My wife was raped at 9.” “We ran over the bodies of dead family members.” “Our village was destroyed.”

For the Acholi there are two choices – bitterness or forgiveness.

In no way is the forgiveness easy but only through it can life begin fresh and new.

Only in love can a new song be written in the heart of these strong people.

 

“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.  Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, even as God in Christ forgave you.”
Ephesians 4:31 & 32
Poets United has an awesome community of poets/writers. Read the words of these fantastic folks here.

 

blog · blogging · Fiction · Photography · Poetry

10 Years on WordPress #blogging #Thankyou

 

Its a wild ride

this blogging thing

with just a pen

hopefully a brain

we hope and pray

for some success

with all these words

it’s just a mess

I wish you well

as you begin

tales and fantasies

for children spin

 

*****

 

 

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This poem celebrates the years and the people I have met in the Blogsphere.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

Our World · Photography · Poetry · Uganda

The Story of a Village #photography #poetry

There were children

that we didn’t hear

there were mamas

burdens to bear

there was water

miles carried away

there was sunshine

 too busy everyday

                                                                                   child at water pump

a well where people praise

water on their heads

children stop to play

we call her Pawell

laughter heard today

sonshine spills from hearts

 

 

a to z challenge · blog · orphans · Photography · Poetry · travel · Uganda

One Way #Uganda

 

I have dotted my eyes

and crossed my teas

some of the animals

made me sneeze

what I hold now

happily in my hand

is a one way ticket

to a distant land

of Uganda I write

and hope to serve

the people Acholi

our love so deserve

 

As I close this A to Z challenge, I am finishing up the process and preparing to go to the land of the Acholi in Northern Uganda. This week we meet with people who will hopefully give us homes for  the South Sudanese children.

Blogging is a great way to journal so here’s the beginning of a new journey to work with African children.

We appreciate your dear prayers.

 T0 

 

Our World · Photography · Poetry

That Was Yesterday #poetry #HappyThanksGiving

fingers

Little hands reached out

and we grasped them

little mouths spoke

and we listened

little bellies were empty

and we filled them

big minds didn’t justify

they just did

big minds didn’t quantify

they just gave

big hearts reached out

enough love to go around

zeek 1

How do I explain to children like my cousin Zeek that people can’t care or help anymore?

I hope this Thanksgiving we can take stock of what we have and be Thankful and then look for someone to share our bounty with.

Happy Thanksgiving for each of you are special in this community we are part of.

Our World · Poetry

Eiffel #poetry #parisattacks

The-Eiffel-Tower-1889

I full of dismay

at the way this world behaves

I am taught at school

be kind, obey the rules

I’m sad

some people are so bad

I want people to get along

why not sing together songs

I emotion write

 they threaten,  kill out of spite

 

This poem may seem juvenile (in light of the heinous attacks in Paris) but it is written to make a statement.

Children are taught at a young age to: be kind,  not hurt others,  get along. What happened to the adults in this world with a penchant for holding hostage and killing innocent people? Did they unlearn the principles they were taught as kiddies? Perhaps we need to send everyone back to school to learn the basics from children.

The image is of Seurat’s Eiffel Tower