Pastor Peter's carepoint 3

Pastor Peter's carepoint 3
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I carry a boy in a light blue sweatshirt.
He is so beautiful, my heart hurts.
On his leg, a large open wound.
I show Kriek, and she gets the first aid kit from her car.
Put him down on a back chair,
but he is nervous.
I keep my hand on his head
playing with his hair
telling him it's going to be alright.
Cleaned, with bandaid in place,
I lift him up again
and tickle his neck with my lips.
He giggles and giggles.

Inside the church
three bare compact flourescent bulbs
hang from the ceiling.
Too far from the nearest electric lines
these bulbs are connected to the battery
on Pastor Peter's truck when light is needed.

Pastor Peter's truck is a light blue work horse.
Drives far to pick up church-goers.
Drives far to pick up food.
Drives farther for gas.
In this wide open place,
much depends on this little truck.

We ask Pastor Peter about his dreams.
He has big dreams.
Dreams of a permanent building.
Dreams of a school.
A school without fees.
Dreams of training programs
to give his people marketable skills.
A well already in place,
He dreams of a garden.
A large garden to feed the children.
But before the garden he needs a fence
to keep out his neighbour's
wandering cows and chickens.
Before the school he needs a fence
to keep the building materials
from walking away.
Much depends upon a fence.

I carry a boy in a light blue sweatshirt.
He is so beautiful, my heart hurts.
Tickle his neck with my lips.
He giggles and giggles.
I gently put him down
and wave good-bye.