Sorry but this poem definitely needs this introduction.
One of my bestest friends Aaron, just got back from a mission trip to Peru. They built a house, well actually a shanty, for a homeless family. They also took gifts and supplies to an orphanage where they stayed and bonded with the children for a little over a week. Aaron is a great guy anyway but you can just tell this experience has changed his life.
Anyways, he showed us these pictures of him and a little girl he met standing alone watching a pick up soccer game in an area where it's quite common for people to just abandon their children. She wasn't part of the orphanage and she didn't speak English so Aaron's only connection with her was a game of catch with an old ball.
The poem of course is just my interpretation of something that happened a world away and though I fear it's not, I hope that the reality is much better.
Blue Skies Are For Everyone
She won't speak of the night when she sleeps alone
on the stones with dreams she doesn't understand
She just wants you to throw her the ball
so maybe she can catch a piece of who you are
She finds it in your smile as you find in hers
things you have in excess are things she's never seen
But for that one frozen moment in the journey
you are connected by the ball that hangs between
And of all you want to give her before you go
tears will remind you there is nothing that you can
She's not thinking of tonight when she'll sleep alone
on the stony ground where the shivers keep warm
She runs off to dream of things you've seen
while you wonder just who's life was changed
And later in the day the clouds part for the Sun
Gently reminding: God made blue skies for everyone
One of my bestest friends Aaron, just got back from a mission trip to Peru. They built a house, well actually a shanty, for a homeless family. They also took gifts and supplies to an orphanage where they stayed and bonded with the children for a little over a week. Aaron is a great guy anyway but you can just tell this experience has changed his life.
Anyways, he showed us these pictures of him and a little girl he met standing alone watching a pick up soccer game in an area where it's quite common for people to just abandon their children. She wasn't part of the orphanage and she didn't speak English so Aaron's only connection with her was a game of catch with an old ball.
The poem of course is just my interpretation of something that happened a world away and though I fear it's not, I hope that the reality is much better.
Blue Skies Are For Everyone
She won't speak of the night when she sleeps alone
on the stones with dreams she doesn't understand
She just wants you to throw her the ball
so maybe she can catch a piece of who you are
She finds it in your smile as you find in hers
things you have in excess are things she's never seen
But for that one frozen moment in the journey
you are connected by the ball that hangs between
And of all you want to give her before you go
tears will remind you there is nothing that you can
She's not thinking of tonight when she'll sleep alone
on the stony ground where the shivers keep warm
She runs off to dream of things you've seen
while you wonder just who's life was changed
And later in the day the clouds part for the Sun
Gently reminding: God made blue skies for everyone
3 comments:
Heartwrenching, to be sure. I usually avoid poetry so I don't have to feel.
How sad. :/
Beautifully done . . . I really liked your tender and thought provoking invitation to share in such a small yet precious moment . .
that for your friend and I hope the little girl . . . will be unforgettable.
Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, he's a good friend and a good person. I know he will never forget it. I get tears in my eyes every time I think about it.
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