As the rain drums down above my head on the roof,
I feel compelled to tell you the truth.
Today was a day for which words seem to fail,
all that I know is it left quite a trail.
A trail of emotions, swirling in my head,
that make me long so much for my bed.
Back to my pillow my head did take,
when this morning the sounds told me it was time to awake.
My thoughts fluttered around in my head,
as I worshiped and lingered on top of my "bed".
Eventually I got up and started to rise,
and happily smiled as I saw the blue skies.
My mind it was going a hundred miles an hour,
I had not even the time to think of a shower.
On the bus I do ponder the day that's to come.
I think of my students as her tune I do hum.
To prepare for a class full of students unknown,
to teach a new language, their skills I must hone.
I get to school and my first class is a breeze.
The students are older, they speak out with ease,
They soak up each word like it's gold to their ear,
just the thing a teacher desires to hear.
A few pronunciation errors, but they do alright.
You leave that class with a little extra oomph, sure that the next class will be just as bright.
You walk into the class and immediately cringe. No teacher? Okay, we'll give it a go.
You're still on a high from ten minutes ago.
These kids are much younger with no desire to grow.
They've got no value for things they don't know.
They run and they run around the classroom with glee.
They most certainly do not listen to me.
They don't care of the numbers or the colors I teach,
but seek only to find the rules they can breach.
The hour it crawls, it stalls, and it stops, with each little nino preforming his hops.
And one little nino, the brave one indeed,
it is his voice that the children all heed.
He runs and he hides and the classroom he flees,
until outside the window one of the girls sees
This same little boy who was running outside is near the window but on the wrong side.
And maybe, perhaps, because the sun here might burn, he decided it time for him to return.
In through the window he came with all might, the children they laughed to see such a sight.
But the professor was there, her name was Shelby
she had seen just about all she could see.
With children who care not about what you say,
and who run around teacher-less each school day,
Shelby knew she did not stand a chance
so she instead decided to get them to dance.
They danced singing songs about red and about blue,
and Shelby knew her friend Haley was feeling it too.
Twas nothing they thought and when it was through,
they thanked The Lord God there was no more to do.
Back home did they go to rest for bit
until it was time to once again sit.
Sitting you see, is a think that they know,
for when sitting you reap, a bus you will sow.
So sitting they sat as they waited to go,
to the little town called Pasurco.
Each Thursday they traveled to teach of God's love,
this time with less effort lest it come from above.
They danced and they sang and kids learned how to say,
all of the phrases that had taught earlier that day.
These children, however, they wanted to learn,
it made it so much easier when it became my turn.
To teach and to talk is a thing I can do,
when the kids are willing to listen to you.
As we walked from the class,
the bus we did see.
It was driving away,
it was running to flee.
We hustle to wait, and then wait some more,
hoping our bottoms won't get too sore.
This night though, we waited…we waited until dark,
waiting for headlights that would make their mark.
And while we were waiting, yes you guessed it.
The sky became bright, it was suddenly lit.
The flash of lightning and the thunderous clash,
caused us all to make a wild dash.
As we ran for the hut we did our best not to moan,
but had a sinking feeling we'd be soaked to the bone.
Standing there in the dark of the night,
try as we might but we just couldn't fight,
the laughter that bubbled and tried to break through,
never have we been so thankful for a bus to come through.
Today was a day like no other before,
although it was nuts we hope for lots more.
For it is days like these that we are able to see,
that being yourself is the best you can be.
You see God gave us gifts and talents to use.
He wants us to grow, we need only to choose.
Will be give 100% even though we are spent?
Can we laugh at the mess that our efforts make,
or the crazy turns that our days seem to take?
For when we realize that he gave his life that we might life,
we will continually give all we have left to give.
So come rain or come shine,
this life, it's not mine.
It's his that he's given back graciously to me,
so that more of him the world might see.
We we live each day by his spirit and fight,
with the hope that one day we just might,
see the face of the one we love,
and make famous the name of the one sent from above!
