This is a poem for my dear friend and her beautiful adopted daughter. The love and connection between Mama and child is stunning to behold. The desire and passion of my friend to adopt and save more children, just like her daughter, is inspiring. I pray that God would raise up more like my friend. What she has done appears difficult: money to be raised, political hoops to be jumped, numerous, lengthy flights to be endured, waiting, waiting, and more waiting… However, she would be the first to say that she has benefited and gained far more than she will ever be able to give to her daughter. And, she would do it again in a heartbeat. She says, “There isn’t a price tag too high, when rescuing a soul.” She would call herself ordinary. That gives me hope. Sometimes, all it takes is one.
IT TAKES ONE
Sometimes, it takes a child to raise a village.
Two tiny hands, and eyes full of promise.
Sometimes, it takes a child to make a mama.
A small, hopeful voice, that awakens fierce & determined love.
Sometimes, it takes one.
To break forth a hurricane of change.
A flood of compassion.
It takes one.
One mama to change the world.
And what was broken is mended,
Sometimes, it takes a village to slay a giant.
A village of one.
A village raised to life out of death.
The loud cry, from terrifying shadows,
Silenced by the laughter of one.
Sometimes, it takes a child to raise a village,
And a village to extend the line
Of tiny hands, and eyes full of promise.
It takes one.