The Road Before Us #poetry #uganda

Looked over my shoulder to yesterday

time passed in the blink of an eye

the people and memories faded

I never bid them goodbye

I look to the left on this day

all that there is to do

wrap arms around you dear

memory’s time, make a few

I look at the road laid before me

tomorrow’s a wide open land

promise me you will go with me

orange love covers our hands

The unedited photo of Northern Uganda shows a panorama that is rich with children, mamas, papas, grandmothers, grandfathers.

A Dark Day #goodfriday #bethanyandjudah

 

I am Bethany. In the Uganda village I am called  la fofo (is that the right way to say it Lawrence?) Judah was a very lonely lion. All of his pride (that’s a family of lions) had gone looking for water. They must have forgotten to tell Judah where they were going.

Judah wanted a friend, but all the animals would swiftly run away in fear.

Judah was out one morning on his regular walk when he found a most unusual thing. Judah you must tell this part.

“A hmm. I found something that looked like a package or a big seed. It looked dead and that made me sad. I could tell it had fallen from the tree above me. Then a voice whispered in the breeze “take it with you.” It’s hard to argue with the wind. I carried the dead seed back to my cave and set it in a safe place.

Each time I walked past the seed I said, “I will remember you as you should have been – alive and beautiful.”

“That reminds me, this is Bethany again, We are celebrating a day that was the saddest day in history. It is the day that God’s son Jesus gave his life as a ransom (that means payment) for my sin and your sin. The ground shook on that day. The sky was very dark. All of nature mourned his death. They placed his dead body in a tomb and rolled a big stone in front. There was no hope on his friend’s faces. Their master and teacher was gone.”

“How would you feel if you had been there?”

“I would have roared very loud with sorrow and then I would have laid down in front of the tomb to protect it. ”

“I think I would have tried to sing a song to him but it would have been through big tears.”

“As many of us spend some time today thinking about Jesus dying for us, please pray for people who are also suffering (many dying) from this Corona Virus. I have had many friends who have gotten sick and they are not feeling better yet.”

 

“Dear Jesus thank you for loving us so much that you died for our sins. There is nothing we can do but ask for you to forgive us and clean us up from our unrighteousness. What you did on the cross was the greatest gift anyone could ever receive. ”

 

We will be back on Easter day to finish the story about Bethany’s rebirth.

 

This is a continuation of a story that we told (with the Ugandan children helping) about a lion named Judah and his friend a butterfly named Bethany.

 

We wish you God’s grace on this day of remembrance.

 

 

Side Effect of a Pandemic #covid #lackofhealthcare #uganda

Our friends in Uganda already have difficulty having access to healthcare. What is needed in the village centers are midwives and nurses.

People are dying and more will die because they can’t get to a regional hospital.

Women in labor are dying – no transportation available.

1898/c. 1917 or later (1920s); color woodcut, from one woodblock sawn into three pieces and two stencils, in black, orange, red, green, dark blue, light blue overprinted with light beige, and yellow on medium polished cream wove paper. National Gallery of Art, Washington, Print Purchase Fund (Rosenwald Collection) and Alisa Mellon Bruce Fund, 1978.
Edvard Munch, “Two Women on the Shore,”

Photo credit:

Copyright Munch Museum/Munch Ellingsen Group/ARS, NY 2009″ (too long for Merlin)

Edvard Munch, “Two Women on the Shore,” 1898/c. 1917 or later (1920)

 

Inspired #children #education #africa #ourcall

We  put our heads together to determine the best colours for the Sun.

“It’s hot you will burn up.” He teases as he drops the hot red ball.

“Now this circle is blue and cool to touch.” He holds the ball over his head. “There’s alot of water around Africa.”

“Is it floating?”

“Certainly not.” He moves on with his explanation. “And then this grey circle is the moon. We only have one but some planets have so many.”

“How old did you say you were?”

“I’m 8 on the earth, but I’m 34 on Mercury.” There it is again that teasing smile that says I know stuff.

We have completed our prototype. As he spins the moon around the earth he tells me, “the moon completes one orbit in just under 28 days.”

“Okay, how long does it take the earth to go around the sun?”

“Hmm…”

I mouth – 3 hundred

“300 days”

I hold up 6 fingers

“306 days”

“Close. How long is one year?”

“I know. It’s 365 days.”

“Yes.” I also know that he is teaching me how to make these science lessons come alive.

So now my friend Micah has the facts as he orbits around our classroom/ workroom.

“You sure you aren’t really 34?”

He laughs and runs off with legs that didn’t work several months ago.

“Did I mention you hands are going to be famous!!!” I call out from the porch.

“Yes, I know.” He calls over his shoulder.

*****

I can’t smile enough at the joy that radiates as children learn and thrive in East Africa.

 

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!!!

The Brave Boy #fire #kindness #africa #orphan

If you could see my cracked tooth smile

would you say hello and stay awhile

I’d tell you about my life and the brook

sadly I have never ever read a book

but  I will soon one day

reach in my pocket and sail away

to a land of monsters, giants and such

dont be afraid I packed a lunch

He didn’t stop to think if he might be burnt. His schoolroom was in blazes. This little boy with a big heart and smile bravely gave his best. I pumped and pumped, the little ones carried and carried ,but the flames would not give in.

We sat and cried most of the books and desks did not survive. How do you begin again?

I later learned that this brave boy was all of three and became my youngest hero. What little child  doesn’t run and hide behind his mothers skirts? But I saw something in that soot circled smile that spoke of courage and worth.

The school was his future and like older kids he thirsted for knowledge. I’m sad to say he died before he could reach a goal.This three year old boy with no family carried water to the very edge of the fire; I will always see a soot circled smile coming back for another water jug.

Oh brave little boy your smile is your gift no matter what happens to your world. With each step you give generosity and  kindness. Wee little fingers, no shoes for your feet, but always you came skipping with love wrapped for me.

We wept at your passing. so few years were you given but I never can forget the youngest fire fighter to ever live.

 

 

 

Kelly Smile #Uganda #loss #children

 

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded me of memories

long as a Gulu mile

small fingers intertwined in mine

dark ash upon your cheek

fought fire with the older boys

bravest child Id ever meet

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded me of memories

long as a Gulu mile

bands all sizes on the floor

we’d make them for our wrists

love you knotted one for me

in colorful sweeps and twists

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

three short years of memories

but long as a Gulu mile

in such a little caravan

your body we conveyed

grandmother held you in her arms

wept o’er her precious babe

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

reminded of our memories

long as a Gulu mile

as your teacher I then shared

the picture in my heart

a tightly woven little place

it never will depart

I saw your smile yesterday

broad was your Kelly smile

knot of precious memories

they’re long as a Gulu mile

 

 

Doing… And Loving It #amwriting #science #art #children #photography #Uganda

My pen drips fresh ink

formulas for miles

words in proper sync

imagine children’s smiles

I dip the point

drawings lighten the load

sheep “baa” pigs “oink”

new merges with old

words pour upon pad

ideas in a storm

can’t hold what I have

I run out of proper form

my pen drips ink

too fast to catch

*************

 ideas in my head

 drawings pour like waterfalls.

catch …

 

(and I have a haibun of sorts.)

 

If you were… #children #fiction

If you were a butterfly would you be friends with a lion???

I didn’t think so.

Personally,I wouldn’t either.  We know a lion who saved a butterfly while she was still in her chrysalis and she saw something about him that others didn’t.

Now this butterfly and (domesticated) lion go about the villages of Uganda teaching children.

If you listen closely, you might hear Judah roar. Don’t be afraid it is the only way a lion knows how to laugh.

Join us (Sean and Leslie) in 2019 as we write the story of the world where giraffes and orabi graze and children dance and sing in the village schools of Uganda.