Veined hand soothes worn cheek.
Trembling masses await rice currency.
Lined notebooks shout potential.
Quiet dignity follows Christ's advocate.
Mosquitoes dart over tattered sheets.
Sweat beads on tired brow.
Dawn arrives with urgent cries.
Eyes open with feverish vocation.
I wrote this poem after reading about an amazing missionary and her dedication to her work. Missionaries deserve our admiration for their selflessness and love of humanity. They live in such extreme, dangerous circumstances. With pleasant grace, many missionaries still manage to go through each difficult day with a smile for all. They are the forgotten warriors trying to fight terrible odds to help the suffering of this world. I'm in awe of their choice to devote everything to helping others.