Sunday, April 13, 2014

It was a yellow day

It was a yellow day,
the light slanted
with its yellow scent.
She followed him as
he walked through
dirty streets, asking
him to come home,
no more drugs
no more drugs
to the baby they created,
to the baby she was holding.
no more drugs
no more drugs
A turn; his angry eye
silenced her, just as the bullets
tore through their bodies.

Last Sunday, we heard a sermon by the director of a street outreach ministry in Honduras. This poem, and the one yesterday (The photograph) are based on a true story. If you’d like to learn more, please visit The Micah Project.

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Jody Lee Collins said...

wow.... powerful poem, Glynn.