by Ann Ziegler, BVS Unit #300, San Pedro Sula, Honduras
This is the most violent city in the world, they told me.
You must be careful because they might steal from you, they told me.
These kids can be tough and frustrating, they told me.
There is so much poverty and so many gangs,
Most of these kids will end up in the streets again, they told me.
They are broken, they told me.
And I felt despair. But…
We are okay, said their smiles
We are joyful, said their laughter
We are full of life, said their high five’s
We are full of love, said their hugs
We are full of grace, said their kisses
We have hope, said their eyes
And I felt peace.
Since April is National Poetry Month, we are featuring poems by volunteers. If you are a past or present BVS volunteer, share a poem by e-mailing it to firstname.lastname@example.org or adding it in the comments section! Find out more about Brethren Volunteer Service.