Elna Nel


Mission - Poem by Elna Nel

the dust of empty spaces
washes off children's faces

refresh and restore
the lean veins
of the desolate young

there are hyena's in hearts
of the infants in Africa

find them where crying
jackals listen and they call
warriors whose bullets
would be blessings

they came and gathered
the little ones
in belated consolation

an orphanage raised

and oranges grew
a mission of breastplates
for the fatherless

where dust flinches
in the faces of love


Comments about Mission by Elna Nel

  • Sara Fielder (8/28/2012 3:32:00 PM)


    Wow Elna. I have lived in Africa for a short time (Ghana) and the imagery you use is so well done! (Report) Reply

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  • (8/27/2012 3:59:00 AM)


    Africa a land of many problems, with many fatherless children many despots ruling and the world doth nothing.Very sad...Where the dust flinches...regards (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 19, 2012



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