In the silence, images float across my mind…
Images of orphans running in the night.
Fleeing for their lives.
Dancing in freedom, that isn’t really freedom, but feels like it.
Their smiles glow, even with pain behind their eyes.
They are beautiful.
Images of teachers and pastors moving forward.
Knowing the hard truth.
Getting up each day anyway.
Speaking hope, teaching love, praying something takes root.
Their weary souls knowing they are not abandoned, even though it feels like it.
They are faithful.
Images of women standing strong.
Working for their families.
Despite pain, despite hardship, despite poverty.
Sharing their talents to feed their children, and grandchildren.
Smiling in their contentment.
Teaching others what it looks like.
They are wise.
Images of laborers in the dump working hard.
Digging trash.
Sweltering in the heat, wading into garbage, earning pennies.
Humbling those of us who could never understand.
Grateful for their food.
Happy they are not begging.
They are rich.
Images of God’s heart.
Crying tears.
Pouring out love, and blood for them all.
Hoping for understanding and getting accusations instead.
Knowing we don’t get it. Yet.
Longing for peace and family and unity to come quickly.
Depending on us to bring it.
He is patient. In the silence.
Michelle's Mosaic 
Very moving words Michelle. I particularly liked the final verse which speaks about the images of God’s heart.
Thanks so much. I am not a poet…but sometimes there is poetic language that comes out. 😉
Incredible! Do you ever stop and think about how this whole experience has changed you? I congratulate you for living a life of such purpose.
Thanks. I think about how the last few years have been transforming my life. My cancer journey taught me that life is short and you don’t know the future so you have to live fully.