Pray with Sister Michelle, Malawi


On the cold plateau the thick red dust swirls 
in the path of the exhausted arrivals fleeing from 
the killers of the soul and flesh. 
The child fights for breath as her sick heart fails 
with the effort of living.
Other children dance past books in hand, happy to learn. 
The demons of war fill hearts and words,
Fear living in every pore 
drips into exchanges born in despair
In time flicker with the faint light of hope.
Witches dance on the graves of the newly dead 
While mothers hold their children close.
All the while Jesus hangs on the cross in love.
Sister Michelle, Malawi
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