A poem from Donna

As our journey ends…

Where desert sits between ocean blue
And mountains of a heavier hue,
We saw the dusty, dirty towns,
We gave a home, we dressed like clowns.
We all reached out, the distance broken,
Though not that many words were spoken.
And took away so many things
Now they wait for what their futures bring.

Next airport floor and an early plane,
As we were on the move again.
Flying to the heart of the high Andes,
Majestic peaks and flowering trees.
The centre there is bathed in light
And the smiles of children who’ve escaped their plight
Of loveless, painful, hopeless lives
Now under beaming rainbows, each one thrives.

And last of all, we pushed our way,
Through morning dew and jungle sway,
Emerging where the cloud met sky,
A city lost perched way up high.
The sweat of the sun in our golden skin,
The tears of the moon as the rain set it.
But what’s to come? Our journey’s taken…
Just watch as our souls awaken.

Donna