Scars lie deep beneath the heart
eyes have seen
ears have burned
little hands grasping for hope
beauty in rosebud lips
character comes from the ash heap
rise despite the pain
Hope lies deep within the heart
Hello to all of you A to Zers. I made the last minute decision to do the 2018 A to Z Challenge. Can I be an A to Z addict??? I’ll blame our dedicated founder Arlee Bird at Tossing it Out.
I have been an active blogger, but recently I have been living between two continents so Internet is not always available. Since I presently have internet, I decided to share a favorite topic – children.
Children are a joy to teach. They teach me so much more than I teach them. In an Acholi classroom of 5-7 year olds, I was astounded at how quickly the children were learning English words. My Acholi was hit and miss. They love teaching me words and songs in their language.
Today’s topic is a shameful and sobering way to start the challenge, but (no joke) it is a real aspect of many children’s lives. No matter how advanced our societies have become, children are the quiet sufferers of any generation.
To all of you joining A to Z challenge for the first year please enjoy the delightful people in the blogsphere!!!
art © Moondust designs 2014
wrapped in fog
Photo Challenge this week is My Favorite Place
big enough for two
ants remodel dirt floor
spring cleaning add more rooms
fit for a king
hope flows from many places
big smiles, all ages
So difficult to sum up this wonderful world of Uganda where my heart is without me. So I share a few.
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The gift I send is love
you cant pack it in a box
or wrap it up and send it on a plane with a friend
1000 beads cant take its place
red, green and silver ribbon can’t outshine its beauty
it can’t be sealed in ziploc bags with a kiss
village children won’t make it in class
it can’t be hung on a tree
this kind of love was born in a manager
gave up all priviledge
scratchy hay against a baby’s skin
no kingly courts celebrated His arrival
He was despised, rejected
few heard the songs sung for Him
centuries cant outdistance the meaning
sacrifice became love
love became a free gift
it is what I send to my friends in Uganda this Christmas
and to you!
In October I started putting together a package of christmas gifts and crafts for 100 children. Love was placed in ziploc bags. A package went in luggage with a friend who went to Uganda in November. There was plenty of time for the children to receive their Christmas goodies. “The airlines regrets to tell you that your luggage was lost in transit.” I hope somewhere children are able to enjoy the crafts and gifts that were inside that lost luggage. The best gift is the love I can send to my Pawell, Lacor and Gulu family – each of you is precious and loved beyond measure by the King.
I dot my eyes
tears continue to fall
smiles and sounds start to dim
their imprint lays on my heart
the beat of love calls within
tho it hurts to say “goodbye”
tomorrow’s hope is in my hand
I wiggle its fingers
I dot my eyes
warmed by the setting Ugandan sun