A taste of FAITH, a touch of LAUGHTER.
The plight of displaced peoples is something very close to my heart.
Yes, we need to be grateful for the many comforts that we have and don’t think too much about.
“Trail of Tears” by Donald Vann
Winter just started; no shelter, no fire
Just mountains of promises broken
Thin boots, heavy burdens, the burn of the freeze
Forced from the lands of their tribal ancestors
Entropy seizes their future
As nights get longer and days get colder, melancholy can frost my mornings. Yesterday walking in the snow at the nature center I looked at feet protected by my insulated boots and flashed on a painting of the Trail of Tears that illustrates a time in the early 1800’s when the Cherokee tribe was forced to leave their lands to relocate west of the Mississippi River. The journey was brutal and thousands died of disease, starvation, and exhaustion, not to mention the loss of their homeland. I have never known raw exposure like that. Sadly, many experiencea similar crisis today.
One of the many terrible times in Americas history.
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