A Poem by Terry Jacobson

2015 Mission trip

It was a time
when strangers and friends
came together
exploring the meaning
of community
within the team
and with another
community so far
and so different from the ones
from which we come.

It was a time
when impossible hopes
and dreams
uplifted in prayers,
pursued over years,
became sweet reality
and a blessing of water
to the community.

It was a time
when children
with the experience
of God’s love
in song and words
in books in their own language,
through love
and great insightfulness
of deeply caring teachers.

It was a time
when smaller dreams
bore fruit and
offered hope,
as incremental improvements
take small steps
toward improving income
with peanut butter.

It was a time
when clean water
and anti  paracitics
offered hope
of better health
to  the community.

It was a time when
the Spirit passed
so near among us
stirring up joy and laughter
amid poverty,
compromise and building
in spite of limiting resources.
Friendships bloomed
and good will abounded
with the limits of language
patiently overcome.

No one gets to live
on a diet of experience this rich
every day,
but what a blessing
to be a part of it
even for a week.

TJ   2/10/15

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