Long Missionary work Poems

“I thought about the former days, the years of long ago.” * 

If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you heard about something captivating and fantastic;
If you felt something soothing...

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“I thought about the former days, the years of long ago.” Psalms 77:5 NIV

If you saw something beautiful in a people, a place, a thing;
If you heard about something captivating and fantastic;
If you felt something...

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K373 and K374 of the THIRUKKURAL: Translated with Commentary

The poet's name, THIRUVALLUVAR [Thiru = Sacred and Valluvar = the name of the priesthood caste of the « Pariah » (whom Mahatma Gandhi prefered to call...

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A loving husband, a great man of God,
Few people would dare to walk the path he trod;

Came to spread the Good news of the Bible,
Left his own country to live among tribals;

Came to serve the...

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I remember meeting you many years ago
That warm Sunday afternoon 
I remember the love I got from you, your mum, your dad and your sister 
Like an avalanche you guys embraced me with greater love...

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I need others to understand the reason for all this writing.  I need to explain to others that this writing of poems and short stories is not about me. I feel compelled to write,...

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I had some very good primary school teachers who were awesome 
But in all my schooling, one of my college instructors stood out to be super awesome

In our first day of class we all sat...

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In Chicago, my summer of '70 was spent working with a program seeking to rescue drug addicts, alcoholics, and street gangs. The following

summer of '71, found me on the convention floor at the McCormick Place...

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Yesterday my dad said i can be a doctor
Yesterday my mom was sure i'll end being a lawyer
I solved so many cases in my young whether in play or reality
That i wanted to be like...

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Mosquitoes rarely come at you, face to face. This is a classic sneak-attack kinda enemy, often found behind one's head, or about navel height. After a year in these tropics doing missionary work, I use...

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While I take to the road for a mission
Anxiety rivets me to my direction
It causes me to ponder and be calm
As a byword for courage and wisdom.

It is a wee bit harder to do
By living...

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Decades in America changed me
Yes, piglets are cute, obese ones not!
America regulates farming,  pets, husbandry 
People of color, here, practice pig-cleaning:
Pigs eat human feces; toilets are rude
And no toilet skills are taught
The public schools...

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Earthquake

E arth quivers, shakes and quakes violently
A ll around turns dark,the roof and walls begin to crumble
R ight before our very eyes
T o the right and to the left, all around us...
H umans are running...

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Slipknots of braided wool
lacquer the trees with the darkness of Spanish Moss
down in Kentucky hollers,
where the rules are scraped with twigs in dirt roads
to be washed away by summer storms
and trampled on by outsider's feet.
Chow...

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