It is cold, cold and blustery.
Inside it is cozy, cozy and comfortable.
I still read the blogs about Haiti,
I am still researching the challenges of African refugees.
Yet somehow, my focus is shifting-
the times I feel compelled to pack my bags and do something
tangibly fewer.
I think, "perhaps next time,
next time when the kids are a bit older...".
And so it is with the world,
Haiti is no longer the headlines,
and African refugees seldom are.
Not so for the broken,
pieced together with relief and despair, grief and hope.
We may not forget to care
even though we get back to
all things normal.
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