Friends
Photo by: Anna Christine
This poem is dedicated to a little girl (8 years old), my friends’ daughter, who befriended another little girl, a Muslim child in her class, and invited her over to play and have dinner. Another morning, her parents found her boiling an egg to take to school because her friend was embarrassed about her lunch being so different from everyone else’s lunch. My friends’ little girl noticed she had a boiled egg included in her lunch. She decided to boil herself an egg, so her friend would not be embarrassed. She brings me great encouragement to know that Peacemakers are being raised up quietly right in our midst.
A Little Child Will Lead You
When darkness gathers as winter settles in
with black clouds surrounding
what little light we have left
Hold tight to the hope in your heart
It is buried deep within
Faith, Hope and Love
will not be extinguished
…and the greatest of these is love
It is love which is the greatest
and most powerful of all
not fear, nor revenge, anger or hate
Let love ruminate and perfect
through the night, through adverse circumstances
because joy will come in the morning
and when it seems utterly impossible
… let a little child lead you.
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