POEM - Jungle Joy

          The children

          ran

freely.

The village

their playground.

But they didn't 

go far.

They stayed close to the

community hub ...

The pastor's parsonage,

where

interesting activity 

had arrived.

The guests could see

the jungle joy

and freedom.

NO handphones!

Children 

climbing

fruit-laden jambu trees,

plucking and 

eating

their fill.

Down they came,

raced about,

testing each others strength.

Then,

to see

 and welcome

the new arrivals.

They approached.

Shy faces,

Curious faces,

Friendly faces,

grinning

up

at us.

There's 

a welcome 

here.

"Hello."

Cautious smile. 

"Hello."

Gentle handshake.

Smile.

Two-way street -

Acknowledgement.

Acceptance.

Joy,

ran freely. 

~  ERC  June 2026  ~