Sunday, September 24, 2006

poem: The Forgotten Ones

The wind howls
The dust flies
And from within the hut
A dying baby cries

Helpless and defenseless
sitting by her side
The mother's heart aches
Still she must abide

Is there no one out there, they cry
Who cares about our plight
When day by day we hunger
And live with constant fright?

You who say your Father
Owns much cattle and much sheep
Will you share your riches
And then His blessing reap?

( My husband and I sponsor 6 children in India through World Vision. Anyone can sponsor a child for only $30.00 a month. )

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