Debbie W Parvin is a poet and freelance writer who currently resides in the mountains of Galax, Virginia.
Her book 'When Stones Speak' won Alabama State Poetry Society's Book of the Year for 2001.
PEACEMAKER
She never lit a candle in a vigil.
She never raised a voice for human rights.
She slept on public benches in the summer--
In basement shelters on cold, winter nights.
She never held a sign and demonstrated.
She moved no one to action with her words,
But in the park each day, by roaring traffic,
She knelt to share her bread crumbs with the birds.
Debbie Parvin
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Ohhh Colin, you've made me cry, with compassion; streams of holy tears now bathe my cheeks.
Am having that kind of day my dear friend; if you rec'd notice of my latest post about your namesake, you'll surely know why.
It's seems the majority of peace and good will come from those who can afford it least. Fantastic photo too dearheart; where did you find it???
Am seriously thinking of creating a new blog site decdicated to homelessness and the forgotten indigent struggling to survive in this 'out of control' global economy' and am looking for an image to head the endeavor which will be entitled "the bare 'fax'."
Must check out your last couple or three posts which I've been delinquent of viewing; have been up to my proverbial pits dealing with issues unfolding within my immediate environment.
I do enjoy what you post; guess I've denied myself of the pleasure but that's nothing new for me. The plight of others unable to fend for themselves occupies a great deal of my time.
Oops, there's the doorbell, must scat...