Memories

Memories are like butterflies
That flutter through the breeze
Just when you think they're gone
They flutter back with ease.


RESERVATION WAIFS

They have never had enough to eat
Nor even warm clothes to wear
Always looking in from the outside
With pain they could not share!

BUFFETTED AND BANGED AND BEATEN
BEWILDERED AND BATTERED - ALONE
NEGLECT AND ABUSE RUN RAMPANT
NOT EVEN A GUTTER TO CALL HOME

The poverty and filth they live in
HOPELESSNESS - Never ending despair
Takes more that a roof for cover
We must show them that WE CARE

Their mournful cry was answered
With a brother's compassionate heart
Pouring love and warmth upon them
Heals their beaten and battered parts

Progress has been made a little stronger
But progress has been slow
A help through this dilemma - GOD
With our Brother surely goes

"THE WIDOW'S MITE" grows mighty
When "we" gray hairs respond
For "WE" CAN HEAR OUR SAVIOR
When "WE' ARE CALLED UPON

by Jean Wilcox

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