Let's be sure not to forget
On a semi related note...if you've never visited my dad's blog...it's well worth it to do so. He just got back from a trip to Ghana...and I thought I'd host one of his latest poems on our blog, in light of our post to remember Haiti during this Olympic season. He Could Have Been Dead
He could have been dead
But at 40 miles per hour
I couldn’t tell as our class sped past
His shirt the color of dust
Lay draped over his thin frame
In the gully beside the road
The cloud of debris kicked up by our bus
Settled over him
A burial in stages
One thin layer
One disinterested car at a time
But I did notice
His hand formed a pillow
A mat kept him from
Dissolving into the brown African soil
Resting, not dead.
Homeless Lord
You who had nowhere to lay your head
Should he rise tomorrow and
Shake off his earthen blanket
May he roll up his mat with hope
And find a new bed among the loved.
I give myself to a world where he can.
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