Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Reflections for October 14, 2009



RIVERS
Rivers splatter,
hitting rocks below.
But don’t be afraid,
there is poetry
deep inside each crevice.

~ José Pérez, age 7

BERRY FALLS
Spraying sounds of crashing water
speeding over slick, mossy rocks seep
into my ears. Fluttering droplets
tickle my face and
I can almost taste the calm.

~ Malcolm Kim, age 10

THE THREE RIVERS OF MY HOMETOWN
In my hometown
Where famous battles once took place;
The three rivers flow
As one,
As many,
Into one ocean,
These rivers represent the world,
How we must
Flow
As one,
As many,
Into the ocean
Of peace.

Lani Diamant, age 12
All are from River of Words


Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Reflection for October 7, 2009



Afghan Greeting to Strangers!

“Peace to you brothers”

“And to you. Welcome”

“Thanks be given. Are you well?”

(It was obvious they were utterly destitute)

“Praise God, well enough. And you – your souls are happy?”

“We are happy. And yours?”

“Aazl-I khoda” by Gods grace. “Please sit, and be our guests.”

From An Unexpected Light: Travels in Afghanistan

By Jason Elliot