A Poem for Day Eleven
There was a night
as I carried Heather
we had to flee
Friends at our door said
Come
Hide in our village
Bandits were close
Our house
the only nearby attraction
Husband was hours away
and I was there with
three little boys
We gathered and locked up
Hushed and hurried
a heavy mama with her brood
Light fell as we
followed the trail
away from home
Two clear memories
remain
We were safe
Loved and
looked out for
Also, at seven months along
I ached significantly
on that cow skin bed
Fifteen years on
I wake to
new-felt thanks
With one tough night
sheltered in that meager mud home
little goats stirring by my head
Perhaps
(in the smallest
way)
I hold a memory
that helps me
enter the story
-lisa, 11 December, 2013
2 comments:
Loved this, Lisa. The image of you sleeping with goats connects so well with Mary's story.
I especially like what you say about having been safe, loved, and cared for. What else could be more important? :-) I am glad that you had neighbors who cared, and who had a place for you. Isn't it amazing how God provides these situations for us, to gain insight & wisdom?
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