I lost my place
my finger couldnt hold
the place in the book
the story that it told
can’t count the days
my fingers arent enough
I play in the dirt
instead of learning stuff
teach me anything
I listen from my heart
I love when you read
we all enjoy the art
dont leave me in the dirt
my clothes begin to stink
challenge my mind
teach me how to think
So many children have been held back from education. In Uganda school is such a privilege. Education helps men and women achieve their dreams.
I
Pitched
tattered
thing
my
body
This just one of many offerings for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt.
Photo: “Fisherman’s Shack” copyright moondustdesigns 2016
Please enjoy this montage of poetry over the next several days. These true vignettes represent what I believe the true spirit of Christmas to b:
Generous the soul that gives
what little he possess
in such a manner shed a light
a heart the greatest gift
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There was a boy not old nor young
of two sisters he was glad
He wasn’t strong nor was he weak
protective heart he had
There came a season barren, cold
his family had but little
warmth abundant at the hearth
holidays always special
I’d known this boy a little time
a leader in the making
challenges were plenty big
cleft palate, one of many
bad was the year for all
our work was in the past
my children knew Christmas joy
in friendships that would last
gathered underneath our tree
bundled what we had
took shiny gifts and things
Merry, joyful, glad
love came too
that Christmas Eve
Six children
danced with glee
That little boy looked to my son
“like you someday I’ll be”
into his hand he placed his trust
“it’s Christmas time you’ll see”
what we learned that Christmas year
is hard to put to words
smiles tell a thousand things
with stars they sing the verse
Joyful, joyful, we adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, Opening to the sun above.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
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.
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
Thanks for following a cowgirl on her crazy life journey.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Hoping to make the world more beautiful
Books by author Diana Coombes
With previous posting of "Our World" on Blogger
my humanity in written form
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Poetry by Mich
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