Today was a productive day despite the rain...
- Malaria Pills {check}
- Yellow Fever shot {check}
- French for Idiots book {check}
I wanted to share a pretty amazing poem written by a 12-year-old crew member of the Africa Mercy, Grace Koontz:
The sun burning my skin tomato-bright
the humidity weighing down my shoulders
the insects and rodents plentiful
the space little and tight
is worth
The community tight-knit like woven crochet
the constant comfort of people to turn to
the people met and the people to meet
the time spent with friends every day
and more
The renewed lives in the ward
the smiles caused by my love
the forgotten poor becoming known
the righteousness and hope being restored
Africa Mercy.
the humidity weighing down my shoulders
the insects and rodents plentiful
the space little and tight
is worth
The community tight-knit like woven crochet
the constant comfort of people to turn to
the people met and the people to meet
the time spent with friends every day
and more
The renewed lives in the ward
the smiles caused by my love
the forgotten poor becoming known
the righteousness and hope being restored
Africa Mercy.
Emily sent me your blog. Loved the poem and your entire account of how this came to be, Claire!!! The pictures speak a thousand words. What a wonderful thing you are doing. Just goes to show you, we never know what is around the corner. Were you really at TCU for two years already???
ReplyDeleteWe are going to Austin this weekend to see Neil Young. I, of course, am looking forward to being with the girls and Ross, but after reading this, it will definitely be rated as a "me" thing.
You have ALREADY touched so many lives. I am not worried about you, since you survived the trip there!! I do love your new word, wicked!! :)
love,
debbie harrison