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Posts tagged ‘Children’

Fledgling

Evan Defies Gravity

 

When you were just a wee thing, I tossed you into the sky.

You smiled, you laughed, you squealed.

You were never afraid, never doubted that I would catch you.

Grown now, with your own wee ones, you are too big for me to throw in the air.

Fear not, however, for as long as there is breath in this body

I will always catch you.

 

Seek peace,

 

Paz

My Syrian Children

Our instinct is to protect ourselves. My spirit calls me to protect everything else.”

Pazlo

7.5 million refugee children depend on humanitarian aid to survive.

More than 12 million people have been displaced by the conflict.

9,000 schools are unusable. 40% of all children in the area are not attending school.

Children have lost or will miss about 5 years of school, on average, due to the displacement.

One in three asylum seekers in Europe are children.

Many children have lost their parents and families. Children are arriving on foreign shores, strange lands, homeless and alone.

2.3 million children live as refugees in Turkey, Lebanon, Jordan, Egypt and Iraq.

I read somewhere recently, that as many as 130 children die of starvation each day in refugee camps.

I compel others to do what they can to help with relief.

Right now, the situation is most dire, as even humanitarian aid is not making it to these people in desperate need due to armed conflict preventing aid shipments.

Again, I feel like the Light keeper. The light of the beacon I tend is swallowed by this raging storm in the night’s blackness. My desperate cries drowned out by the violent surf. All I can do is count the bodies as they wash ashore.

http://www.unicefusa.org/mission/emergencies/child-refugees/syria-crisis

Lutheran World Relief (one of the highest-rated and most effective relief organizations)www.lwr.org

Please help if you can.

“We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone.” – President Ronald Reagan

If you can’t give monetarily, please pray for the children.

 

More than ever, let us seek peace,

 

Paz

Teachers

 

Sumac Sunrise

Trees

Trees are my Teachers.

They have no choice in their birth, as do I.

Tree cannot move nearer to water, to a spot with better sun.

Tree cannot migrate south for the winter, or move over to give another crown some space.

Tree stands and grows mightily in the very spot where it was born.

Year in and year out, Tree is the best it can be, right where it is.

Tree is at peace with this.

Hello Down There!

Fish

Fish are my Teachers.

Trapped beneath the waters in their own beautiful world, they can never witness my own.

Most are trapped also in some impoundment. A lake, a pond. They can go nowhere.

If the water is low, the PH too high, Fish toughs it out.

Unable to get out and walk, or take to the air, Fish enjoys the beauty of his own world, and makes the best of what is before him.

In fact, he may revel in the fact that most of us will never see his world from his perspective.

Fish is at peace with this.

Sparrow Boy

Birds

Birds are my Teachers.

Each sings his own song. Not because he has an opinion, but because he has a song to sing.

Bird ignores critics and all others, and sings mightily as best he knows how, for the love of singing.

Bird will often return to the same nest site year after year.

Bird flies. Bird could fly anywhere, yet stays right here and makes a home.

Comfort and familiarity, Bird declares “This is my home, and I will sing proudly of it.”

Bird is at peace with this.

Life’s a Piece of Cake

Children

Children are my Teachers.

With children, everything old is new again.

Children love boldly. Plant wet kisses right on your lips.

Stretch tiny arms around my neck and cling mightily.

Children laugh readily. When they see something funny.

When you tickle them. When they feel like laughing.

Children cry at the drop of a hat. Hearts are tender organs, after all.

As we age and harden our hearts against the cruel world, we reserve crying for only the “most important” occasions.

Children cry when they feel like crying, and just as quickly, they recover.

Children are at peace with this.

 

Doe & Fawn

And the circle continues.

 

Seek Peace,

 

Paz

 

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