children played
mothers watched
siblings pumped water
all was well with the world
it’s a new setting
no more fists flying
soccer balls in the air
new relationships
on the horizon
This land is filled with anger and frustration. What a great day when children of all ages play instead of fight. My eyes watered when a big boy reached his hand to help a younger boy who had tripped kicking the ball.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Hi Leslie – oh how often we cry when seeing tiny tots of all races happily playing together … lovely poem – cheers Hilary
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Indeed, undesirable behavior is learned (taught by parents etc.)
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You are right its so heartening to see kids play irrespective of caste and colour. Its we adults who teach them the difference by discriminating among them!
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Your poem tugs the heart strings. Beautiful. 🙂
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Children are innocent. 🙂
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LOVELY, too soon competition and warring begins. Why, I always wonder why so much easier to live in peace.
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It’s it what we hope for all children, to run free with no worries or strife. To just enjoy being a child in the sun. What a lovely happy scene.
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