Poetry:VRE
From Chaos
For Victoria Ruth
She was only a year and two months
when God chose to take her home
a life ended so soon
and as we organized for a presentation
i watched private moments of mother and sisters
and wept for what they'd lost
last night we gathered
to pay tribute to her memory
and see the work wrought in her name
a school, where others of her age could learn
a school where they could hope for a better life
then their parents.. and grandparents.. and aunts and uncles and peers
and i wept
but it was tears of joy
for death has brought hope in the end
and not the hope of one life
but hope to many
children with only poverty to look forward to
now eat two meals a day
and have clothing
and learn to read and write and so much more
We see the pictures of a face lost so young
and it still grieves us
but we see the pictures of so many faces so young all experiencing joy that they would not have had
and the grief is tempered
