Musings from Graceland

TRYING TO PUT IT IN WORDS

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I guess I feel like if I really try to tell all about our trip to Swaziland, I'll never be able to stop. It was such a full 12 days. We saw so much, met so many, did so much...and we'll never be the same again.
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Erin Wilson over at Biscotti Brain has been sharing some of her thoughts on the trip. She did such a great job of succinctly communicating some of what we experienced that I asked her if I could share some of her writings here at Graceland. She graciously agreed.

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SWAZILAND: BIG BEND CARE POINT
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As hot as I have ever felt.

Sun baked ground,

crubby brush with thorns,

grass laced with thorns;

thorns enough to crown every head.

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Children arrive from every direction

seemingly from nowhere to nowhere.

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Eight poles and the last remaining

shreds of tarp form the only shade

around for miles.

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Hands of children and mothers

clutch crayons and colour photocopied sheets;

Baby Jesus' hair in waxy shades of

blue, red and orange.

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And Gogo feeds them all.

She chuckles when we come near,

so glad we've come to visit.

I tell her she does such wonderful work there.

Again she chuckles.

"Nothing special" she says.

"Nothing special."

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"Wisps of smoke come from

the shack of cinderblock and tin

as today's one meal cooks in iron pots;

pap and beans.

The older ones feed the younger.

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A fortified orange drink

miraculously multiplied

until the last child drinks

the very last drops from the bucket.

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A scrawny dog pants in the shade.

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