We went into a new township last Friday in the same area where we go to the HIV support group. This was where I saw some of the worst living conditions I have ever seen.
Trash littered the streets that were lined by rock and mud shacks, so weathered that they could hardly be called homes. Scanning the valley, you hear dozens of roosters crowing, and flea-ridden, mangy dogs barking in a fight. The cloudy gray sky emulated the lethargy of the community all worn down by years of poverty. Children play in the streets with whatever they can find, and puppies are left in the middle of the road to starve, or meet perhaps a different fate. The quality of life is so poor I can't help but think, "How could anyone live this way?" and yet people do every day. Seeing these people still laugh and smile back at me with a returning wave proved what they had not lost hope. It is these people who are helping me to redefine my previous ideas about life, the American dream, happiness, and everything that makes a day worth living.
As we stood in the streets, waiting for one of the social workers, I began pondering everything I thought I knew about what it takes for someone to be genuinely happy. My soul wept for the people we visited that day and in the weeks previous. After a while, it began to lightly rain, and I knew God was weeping too.
This is a poem I wrote in my journal after Friday:
Holds up a weary head
A girl lies on the floor
Where there should be a bed
The already darkened mind
Leaving only time to think
Of the life that's left behind
Sitting turns to wishing
When all you do is wait
Broken bottles line the streets
They emulate the souls
Strewn about amongst the waste
And all forgotten goals
Yet amidst all this nothing
The children still laugh and play
Which shows there might be hope
For a better future... some day.
Wow, sweetie. I LOVED your latest blog and especially your poem. Thanks so much.
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Powerful!! So great Shelli! The Lord is doing so many mighty things in and through you!! Keep Learning!!!...and sharing;) Beautiful Poem!
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