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"You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free" (John 8:32) | "Today I have given you choice between life and Death...Oh that you choose life." Deut. 30:19 |
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Inspiration for Change Cries of the Earth | Heart of Freedom | The Ultimate Gift | Smiles of Joan | Deepen
Smiles of Joan
Out of the cage of breath, In some concrete expressions Perceptible by the senses, The white nights are filled With the light of her childlike faith. At the door – the welcome, Joan gives a gracious look, Then she smiles In her own special way To keep life aflame for me. And I feel the warmth of the moment, Of the heart of the child Through the nights significance, By the resourceful wall of her searching – For acceptance, affirmation, and simplicity.
Joan, the warmth of her every sigh, Helps me find my dreams in her smile A stronger sense of serenity, As I truly feel her innocent faith Pointing me in the way I should go, In valiance she motivates me, A craving for her cheerful laughter In fabulous notes of reality, Of her dreams and hopes and desires Now expressing her being. And in the silent prayers of her gaze I see my brighter tomorrow That’s just ahead in the horizon In frames of living – shape and color Of the so many options of life, and ways to grow.
There’s beauty in Joan’s directional smile! She takes me beyond my next thoughts and wishes, A step forward, the process of new interests, To joyful memories of childhood, A candle at the rise of dawn in every window, Hope in the face of tomorrow Taking aim at every good – right now, From the flames of supportive believe Of a child’s rain of excitement Challenging an adult’s status quo, As the voices and scent of children playing rise Where the welcome is shared without prejudice, And everyone listens with heart interest To stories and feelings of openness That a childlike heart can reach to dry tears.
Now from the depth of my soul A thousand glowing embers of Joan’s smiles Spiraling upwards through my blood Like every molecule of water in a fountain, And my bones and flesh resounding As Joan answers my human functioning And mirror’s the needs of my inner self With warmth and amusement in every child’s face, In an eternal play of “let the children come to me” Reachable and certain in Jesus’ words, Running into my stream of importance That her playful child’s heart, Supportive of all her watching Angels Pulls me through each day To appreciate life through the eyes of her smiles.
Photo Credits: Billy Abwa
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