This is my first poem for the poetry club that thirteen of us joined, called poetrychallenge.  Each week we have two topics to write on and only a few days to post the poem.  It is closed to just the club until the subject date is closed and then we post it on our individual blogs for you to see.  My first one was very serious, but this is what I felt on my heart when I heard the topic was "Movement"

A babe with no mom, in infancy,

While my own is bouncing on my knee: it moves me.

AIDS came, took her away

When she should have grown old and gray; it moves me.

South Africa, forlorn, bereft

So few full families left; it moves me.

Three out of four remain alive

While the innocent are deprived; this moves me.

I sleep in my bed of ne'er do well

While many take their paths to hell; it moves me.

Will I step out of my comfort zone?

Or try for our sins to atone?  this moves me.

Lord, while I am stirred, filled with compassion

Will I just sit and think, as is the fashion? This moves me

Or will I try to improve the lot

Of those destitute ones, give what I've got? This moves me.

Inspired by sandyquill's lesson, September 20, 2006.