To myself ten years ago...

To myself ten years ago,
The years, yes they change, and yes they show
The frailer side of life, the question.
Now daylight lasts longer than ambition
And all your surety isn't sure.
The answers sometimes only blur
What should be right and wrong
And the categories to which we belong.
It is good we don't see past today
Because we would never find a way
To conquer our fear.
Life becomes much more clear
When we take small strides
With the King along our side.

A Sparrow Falls

Tiny hands, tiny fingers too
sister is crying on the floor
brother beside her is scratching
the bites, the sores, festering.

What is their name?

Orphan child,
forgotten,
forget.

The world is a cruel place
the wars, the hunger, lingering.

They are the first we forget

to their plastic cup with a spoon of mush
to the dirt floor, to the damp rain
huddled together, sharing warmth, diseases.

Brother wonders what the boys will say
their collared uniforms, his tattered tee,

Sister is tired
of fetching water,
the crying, the tears, unrelenting.

Mama? Who is mama today?

…or who isn’t?

Tiny fingers keep grasping
but the air is too hard to hold
its emptiness too big, too impossible, exhausting.

She will live without regret
there was nothing to forget

A sparrow falls.