I
spent a week in Monjas
Beneath
the Shadow of His Wings
Meeting
boys and girls on a basketball court
Surrounded
by God’s love
Eight
families now have food
And
an abuela received God’s grace
We
played games, swept floors,
And
raked leaves from the base of
A ceiba tree.
A
talent show ended our time-
And
the tears were far from few.
We
said goodbye,
But
not for forever.
God’s
love is with us all.
This was a fantastic poem. You have inspired me to write and publish poetry about my personal trips.
ReplyDeleteperhaps one word of advice: try to eliminate unnecessary words (E.g. We said goodbye, but not *for* forever). This has been a challenge for me and I always welcome feedback.
Again, fantastic poem. Hope to see more in the future. Check out my blog.