speaking of poems...

What lies beyond these hills are the smiles of countless young faces;
Lives of those who have fallen in last place long before the start of the races.

Their eyes look old and hardened behind their laughter and cheer,
To this wicked world they meet with too much hunger and fear.

On this earth someone picked who went where so you would go there,
We arrive to find a purpose, find force, a way to see how life’s not fair.

This time is just a test to see what we will come to know,
About planting good seeds and letting them grow.

Bearing ripe fruit for the children that will be born,
Putting Christ in the souls of those whose hearts are so worn.

~This is for all the suffering children that have put their little hands in mine…..and for the millions that I may never come to know…I pray that God comforts them and keeps them.

-Jes