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-Art Photography-By JonteTheArtist-

‘A lost Light In A World Of A Battle Field’

‘Within a small village of A world of it’s own, is all it knows from what was only seen and taught many generations ago. An older Indian woman, sitting on her porch of her small home, looking with open eyes into a small bubble of her people. The clothes hung from the clothing line outside the homes, looks so colorful, so alone into a wonder of survival. Many people walking around with pain in their hearts. The energy drain out of them, as their weakness takes over. The breeze blows in the air, as the sand from the ground moves into the air, making everything so blurry. Small kids running alone all around the streets. So many homeless standing out on the corners, searching for that love, that want. They’re starving as their hearts starves. War is all around, as bombs comes in all directions of the village. Soldiers coming in groups, kidnapping kids. The kids are tied up in chains, as their body is hung, being torture. The Indian woman has a strong heart. Tears comes down her face into sorrows, from all the pain she witness many years earlier and experience, Is what she see in front of her eyes now. So many houses and buildings destroyed from all the wars. She thinks, as her mind takes her away into a peace. She always wanted to make a difference. Her heart filled with compassion. She see’s the beautiful blue clouds and beautiful blue waters, as her mind goes deeper. She closes her eyes, going into a deeper peace. A picture appears in her mind, The beautiful white daisies bloomed all around. She see’s a bright light shining at the end of a really dark tunnel. The houses are all rebuilt and all the wars disappeared. All the homeless has food and shelter. The streets are so pure and clean. Everyone smiles in a free spirit. All of a sudden she see’s an infant baby crying very loud, laying on the ground. As she gets close, the baby eyes are bleeding. Her heart jumps, as she hears a really loud gun shot. She wakes up from a deep peace coming back to reality, looking scared and shock. Everyone in the village is running all around, screaming from hearing the gun shots. This big riot in front of her frightens her. Soldiers shooting at everyone. A small kid is on the ground from a gun shot. She see’s the kid from a certain distance. The kid cries really loud. She see everyone crying and some people are on the ground hurt. Soldiers are still shooting. Her bravery took over her being, as she get up with full strength, running off the porch into the middle of the crazy riot of this small village town. She looks up, getting on her knees, yelling out really loud, saying, “NOOOOOOOOOO………………….” She grabs the little kid that’s hurt on the ground and held him in her arms, holding him tightly, crying. She closes her eyes, seeing the baby infant with bloody eyes again and knew that was the kid when he was young and knew he was born with pain. She held the little boy more tightly, blood is all over her. She starts praying and singing really loud to god, “The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked, even mine enemies and my foes, came upon me to eat up my flesh, they stumbled and fell. Though a host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear: though war should rise against me, in this will I be confident. One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to inquire in his temple. For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me; he shall set me up upon a rock. And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me: therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the LORD. (Psalm 27:1-6) There was a peace. All the gun shots went away, All the cries went away. There was a silence. She opened her eyes very slowly to see the little boy in her arms was totally heal, with a big bright smile. She notice the little boy wasn’t bleeding, he was totally heal. She looked up to the sky, thanking god with happy tears. It started snowing from the sky, as the sun brighten. She looked around seeing everyone in the village heal, Looking around, enjoying the snow. All the houses was rebuilt brand new. The white daisies are fully bloom all around the village. Everything looked so cleaned up and pure. All the soldiers gone, all the negativity gone. The homeless has a home and food. A guy came over to the Indian older woman, putting both hands out to help her off the ground, along with the little boy. He looked at her with a smile and said ” God has work through you to make a difference in our village, our town, thank you.” She look back at him with a smile and said ” Years and years ago I had a dream and it finally came true, making a difference.” Everyone in the village, all the families gather around her, they all held hands, coming together in happiness and unity. Thanking God above. A celebration happens. All the Indians got together, cooking good food and dancing to great music on the streets of the village. She closes her eyes into a peaceful moment in this happiness, she see a baby infant, his eyes are pure clear. She opens her eyes, seeing the kid having fun in the celebration with family. The little boy waves at her, she smiles. A lost light is now a found light in a world that’s now beautiful.’