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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 say, Kids can't use
Toilets right, so buildings stink, fail
(In my township, as in schools, feces flow
as thick sludge where feet & wheels go)
African owned cows walk the streets too
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Pigs pass my fenced cottage (I rent)
I send them off with rock and stone
A neighbor said, "Don't kill them."
I said, "I'm sending them home;
They don't belong here, near me."
But I like goats & cows near my fence!
This is my missionary work - on defence:
But sharing in this township Jesus sent
Me (as "apostolos") to evangelize
I am making some headway with kids
Only because Holy Spirit leads us
(Wendy and me; she gave up pork
Two years ago; we strive for kosher)
Lazy lives: LORD, prevent us living so
Lo ,
16 year old boy
Not fearful
was captured into slavery
Such bravery
How's No Malice, no strife
Temporal surrendering His life
His fate, he escapes
You back later in years
A missionary
In that was known for his missionary work
He did take, he took forgiveness and Grace
it's sparehe forgave them
Naught none malice nor was there any hate
they're fate
True for forgiveness them Saint Patrick
3/18/21
Written word by James Edward Lee Sr
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 for their lives...screaming...
Q uake!!!Quake!!!Get out! Get out now!!!
U nable to get out in time, Men, women
A nd children...are...
K illed instantly, or within seconds
E veryone left, inside, simply dies slowly...as rescue is impossible!
Sad but true 650 dead in Ecuador earthquake so far...will keep rising.
Two cities where I did social missionary work over 20 years ago
are unrecognizable, this week has been devastating for all.
The country has no real means to do rescue work, as heavy machinery
is not readily available, thank God! Mexico and Colombia are helping, as the Ecuadorian people are of humble means and are desperate!
John Derek Hamilton
April30,2016
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 the “now” in the ministry
I move on to discover and listen
With a smile and say you’re welcome.
A sense of understanding drives me along
To the path where conversion occurs
And being an Asian by and large
Allows me to ensconce in this life.
There may be some pains and ill-feelings
Over the length of my experience
But I make a profound commitment
That echoes the so-called perseverance.
In moments of despondency, sufferings, and annoyance
The eye of the heart greets me with endurance
Just as I restore its meaning
Hope appears and brings the difference.
It is a gift to our freedom
Through reflection in depth.
This permeates my whole vision of life
To go beyond and hand on to God.
Fidelity to the gospel calls me
Directs me to the Source
Whose inner meaning becomes transparent
In my priestly and missionary work.
It is a call, a role to play
I can risk going face to face
With God who is the cause of all
To be a servant to his people.
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 dogs sleep as guard lions
with manes grown thick with tick and snarl
Purple in tongue and panting breath
with a fight in them only the heat can quell.
It's but the spirit of missionary work
that breaks the silence of family circles-
Cousins gone first, second, and third
down the holler and up the hill...
Butterflies savor every fallen apple,
in a world where nature is common place,
while the slipknots from racial inequality
stain this simple beauty
with gnarled truth and fear.
Time ticks backwards in this holler:
a place with no address,
unpaved, unkempt,
and untouched by the kindness
of humanity in progress.