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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

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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.

 

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

 

 

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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

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Nothing Flows for Free #californiadrought #poetry

three rivers canvas

I grew up on a river

 no longer does it  flow

 like so much else

where it’s  gone

no one knows

I cut my teeth on a river

ran freely to the sea

blind men’s bluff

was once a game

I’m cynical can’t you see

I tossed my sorrows on the river

actually there are three

well there were

man used them up

nothing flows for free

I grew up on a river

 no longer does it flow

 like so much else

where it’s  gone

nobody knows…

central valley water

price of water

Photographs: Three Rivers when they flowed in California, Year three of a five year drought, Year four of the five year drought (yes there is still water but  independent farmers (and dairymen) cant get it unless you are lining the pockets of …)

The prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Watershed Moments. We all have them what are yours?

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Drink #sundaydevotion #poetry

fountain of tears

Weary of this dusty land

searching for a single drop

refreshment little remains

tho many for you have sought

sojourn in the desert

on weary feet I walk

thirsting for oasis

…and hopelessly I stop

***

rushing free the fountain

my hands eagerly reach out

touching living water

unencumbered by the drought

a wellspring ever deep

daily relieves my doubt

dry robes gone I dive

“drink all you can” – I shout

moon photo

As the land that I call “home” is being devastated by drought (now thirsty wildfire), I am reminded anew of how satisfying a dip into cool water is on the hottest of days.

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 “For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants.”

Isaiah 44:3

“And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”

Isaiah 58:11

“…but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”

John 4:14

“And he said to me, “It is done! I am the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end. To the thirsty I will give from the spring of the water of life without payment.”

Revelation 21:6

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