A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Sunday, March 20, 2011

A fabulous and beautiful poem:

Sorry everyone, it's in Spanish and the translation doesn't do it justice.  It is an adaptation of  “First They came” by Pastor Martin Niemoller. It is depressing, but it is fantastic, and it proves how I feel about social justice, and brave people standing up for what is right.

Una adaptación de “First They came” de Pastor Martin Niemoller

Primero vinieron por los judíos,
Los llevaron a destruir.  
Me gritan, me suplican que los ayude,
Pero yo me quedo callado.

Luego vinieron por los cristianos,
Los llevaron a destruir.
Me gritan, me suplican que los ayude,
Pero yo me quedo callado.

Entonces vinieron por los fetos,
Los llevaron a destruir.
Me gritan, me suplican sin palabras,
Pero yo me quedo callado.

Por fin vinieron por me,
Me llevaron a destruir.
Les grito, les suplico que me ayuden,
Pero no hay nadie quien me puede oír.
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First they came for the Jews,
they took them to destroy them.
They scream and beg me to help them,
but I stay queit.

Then, they came for the Christians,
they took them to destroy them.
They scream and beg me to help them,
but I stay quiet.

Next they came for the unborn,
they took them to destroy them.
They scream and beg me without words,
but I stay quiet.

Finally they came for me.
They took me to destroy me.
I scream and beg someone to help me,
but there is no one left to hear me.