Today is the 5th anniversary of the day Alastair was called home. I have been thinking about him a lot this week and decided to dedicate today's blog to him. When he was here at Sakeji School his class had a field trip to the confluence (?) of the Zambezi River. After this treck he wrote a letter to me telling me about his trip. in the letter he included a poem he had written. for some unknown reason, i decided to keep that poem, so today i will share it with you along with a few other poems that he gave me over the years. We miss you Al!
(Written while attending Sakeji School 1996)
Stuffy, stifling, sweltering heat,
Headaches, aching feet,
Muscles and tendons stretched to their limits,
To continue is pain.
To stop is more pain.
What does it matter?
Oh, but for water!
Cool, clear, sweet,
Thirst quenching water…
(Colours [as named by Beth])
The warm, sticky, red
Mingles with the lucid clear
As it flows down the rough, hewn, brown.
The deep, resonate, black
Echoes as it rolls overhead.
The rich, royal blue hangs between
The dirty, peasant grey.
(Love [as named by Beth])
It was not love that drew us together
But love that drove us apart.
For love is beyond my comprehension
And to love, so pointless compared to God.
(Pain [as named by Beth])
It was not nails or thorns that hurt my Jesus
The whip did not prove His love.
But the pain and agony He suffered
Was the turned back of God.
(Prodigal [as named by Beth])
Love beyond all comprehension
Love through which the ultimate sacrifice is paid.
For greater love has no man then Jesus
That He would sacrifice Himself for His children
But why are we His children?
When we turn away from the loving Father
And rebel like teenagers.
But oh, the innocence of youth
And maturity of becoming a believer.
“That we have the right to be called the children of God.”
-The prodigal has returned.