What I Learned from a Child #devotion #poetry

 “And he said:“Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.”

~Matthew 18: 3 & 4

Today I walked where a child journeyed

I was whisked up into the breeze

colorful wings sprouted

I flew in fantasy

Today I rode a wooden horse

but you would never know

the journeys that we travelled

as knights from long ago

Today I laughed with a child

light and color flashed in the skies

we dug a tunnel to a new world

where giants had blue eyes

Tomorrow I’ll wing up toward heaven

look down at you with a smile

never letting go of the memories

love I learned from the heart of a child

smiles of a child

Jesus loved children and told us we needed to be like children to enter the kingdom – why?

Children have an uncanny ability to care about things. One little girl I knew brought home every animal (and bug) that was hurt or broken; she could’nt bear the suffering of creatures.

Children are innocent – they have not tasted of the world’s evil.

Children see everyday things with special even profound meaning: an old tree becomes a castle, a creek becomes an ocean that transports fairies.

Children have an ability to love – really love. Their love isn’t based on what the person’s net worth is or the way they are dressed; they see into the heart.

Proverbs 17:22 – A merry heart doeth good [like] a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

Psalms 126:2 – Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The LORD hath done great things for them.

Proverbs 15:13 – A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.

Psalms 32:11 – Be glad in the LORD, and rejoice, ye righteous: and shout for joy, all [ye that are] upright in heart.

Proverbs 17:17  A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

1 Peter 1:22  Having purified your souls by your obedience to the truth for a sincere brotherly love, love one another earnestly from a pure heart,

1 John 4:7  Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.

Those big eyeballs remind me to look really hard for a way to love others – no matter who they are and to look at life the way that children do.

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In Defense of Innocence #humantrafficking #poetry #amwriting

her mother’s beauty she wore

pink ribbon’s once danced on her head

when little sshe loved and adored

her mother’s beauty she wore

promise to be loved and adored

for the drugs she begged and pled

now her mother’s beauty she whored

pink ribbons danced on  innocent’s head

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” unique  adoption market” he lied

her eyes glazed by addiction

“promise she a cared for child”

“yes, she will be wanted” he lied

“promise they will not hurt my child”

his eyes gleamed greedy conviction

” perfect opportunity” he lied

her world destroyed by addiction

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pink ribbons soaked by tears

no one to chase sorrow away

she lived nightmare’s fears

pink ribbons soaked by tears

she lived nightmare’s fears

men lined up night and day

pink ribbons soaked by tears

no chasing sorrow away

There is nothing pretty or sweet about these pink hair ribbons. Symbolically they are defiled by the avarice and perversion of a world whose words are to protect children but whose actions are to treat them as chattel to be sold and used. When working with street kids, I asked where all the girls were.

“They are gone,” the brothers, cousins and friends would state. “They are chased down by mafia and state police and sold.”

I witnessed the night raids where children were chased down like rabid dogs in the streets. When I went home, I tried to raise awareness and financial support to create safe places for these children to go and be educated. No one wanted to believe that “this” the diabolical sale of children could be happening in our “compassionate” world. Years later that information is coming to the forefront – too late for many whose lives are already expired!!!

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Photograph: “Ribbons” ©L. Moon 2013

Merciless Game #poetry #magpietales #birds

How like the falcon is man when he dives in for the kill. Sadly the victims are always smaller, meeker, helpless…

Yesterday…

She buried her head in the sand

Today…

He cowered in his nest

~Tomorrow~

They swoop down on innocence

Unhooded hawk

do not feign ignorance

 you hold lifelessness in your claw

predatory gaze

at your next victim

making life

a merciless game

of your gain

Thanks to Tess of Magpie Tales for the excellent prompt and to ParkeHarrison  for the photo: “Study-of-Nest” copyright 1994

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