wire #children #atozchallange

man size stripes

children forced to bare

who will make this right

cold hard becomes the stare

***

wire cuts clean through

 innocence dies

sign our own doom

none believe the lies

*

children pay the price

no money can repay

history must think twice

there is a judgement day

My Focus this month is children. The Acholi people (and presently the So. Sudanese) hold basins of tears for children lost because of military despots. South Sudan has displace over 1 million children most are now orphaned. We try to help but wouldn’t it be easier to stop trying to destroy tomorrow’s hope because of today’s wire thin avarice?

Certainly we have learned very little from the  slaughtering of 1.5 million children in the Holocaust,

 

Photo from myjewishlearning.com

 

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One Cannon #haiku #memorialday

rough log house

surviving century’s seasons

feather beds

*

beneath cool shade

verdant battlefield covers scars

blood stains

*

whistling through reeds

sun warms each blade of grass

soldiers memories

…And they fell. No matter the mother’s sorrow or the lover’s tears they could not be revived. Such is the fate of the fallen warrior. I chose to be grateful for the sacrifice and  the bravery.

Not Forgotten #memorialday #vets #poetry

 

corsair flag

Fill your lungs with tomorrow’s hope

close your eyes grasp at life’s soil

exhale a bouquet of gratitude

for those whose courage honorably spilled

precious offering for generations to come

Today we celebrate Memorial Day. It’s a day when children eat hotdogs, ride the ferris wheel, cast caution to the wind. It’s a day when young men choose their allegiance. It’s a day when old soldiers remember friends.

Graves_at_Arlington_on_Memorial_Day

photo of  Arlington

Past the Horizon #poetry #photography

Shepherds-Field-300x225

the master in search of one

who’s willful at the start

now cold and all alone

brings sadness to his heart

searching, mindful of the lost

never turning left nor right

against him darkness plots

to keep the one from sight

thorns bruise on journey’s way

still the master onward goes

willing with his life to pay

perfect love, he knows

sunk into the mire deep

the master’s pull is strong

the lamb can only bleat

as she is pulled from harm

the master in search of one

his mission always clear

death has no hold on love

the lost are each one dear

horizon

 

Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Martyr. The definition is: “Someone who is killed for their religious beliefs.”

The shepherd in the Bible is used as an example of a person who will go far and wide for the love of the sheep. This same shepherd considers little the cost of this occupation. Somehow I feel that the martyr is like this shepherd – too busy in the search to worry about the sacrifice.

“O death where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?” 1 Corinthians 15:55

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ultimate Sacrifice #memorialday

soldier's helmet

Wind beats at the flag above the memorial

nothing still about the death of these lads

they stood impossible ground

defying the odds as they fought

as the storm raged they trudged

I lift my eyes unable to stifle a tear

names of men that I will never know

who died that I might enjoy freedom

air force memorial

Today we celebrate those who died not just in service to our country but because they believed in the cause of freedom. I salute their bravery in thanks.

 

Worth Giving #sundaydevotion #poem

lost path

“Give your life away”

was all the message

had to say

it seems a cold hard voice

that makes me take

the sacrificial choice

But as you offer up your hand

another life has the

opportunity to stand

Every charitable act is a stepping stone toward Heaven.

Henry Ward Beecher

Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.