Somewhere in great nature, Panama resides.
Many different colored roaming birds;
Dozen cows and wild horses gazing together in herds.

Far beyond the city, cows chewed grass
and pigs sat in warm ponds at noon,
and stray dogs barked after moving vehicles on a hill

As the sun began to die and the moon began
breaking the clouds, i'd lay awake, silently listening to distant animals and insects running off into the warm night
while tree branches tore through the wind miracously

And suddenly the utmost sound found its way into my mind. That of the little motions of night creatures
and stirrings and the thought of waking up in the pink light of early morning and beginning another adventure with my sister.

Panama is a place where people ****** an utter stranger with love and suffocate you with warm embraces
Oregon is becoming more and more a distant memory filled with fading faces.

With every breath, my body is filling itself with the beautiful essence and details of this country
All the blissful regions, rocky and slender
Out and about
Discovering the fresh and the bright.

In the ministry our words poured out like fragrance
Wisdom and peace was brought to those who inhaled every word

This trip has fulfilled its purpose
Teaching me to forget the things behind and stretch forward to the things ahead  (Philippians 3:13)


                              ~ M Mondragon

Echoes fill the room
All I can hear
The soft noises
That come from a person
I can not pin point where they are
Once again and forever alone
All I ask is to hear those voices clearly
To be understood

So I stand here in the rain
All I hear is the drops
Why do they seem so big to me
Like a brick hitting rock
A person is speaking to me
But it is not clear
For the rain drowns out the sound
I need so desperatly to hear

So I run to them
Run through the rain
And miracously I can reach them
When I run to them they stop
I grin a grin so big
They smirk and laugh at me
And insult me
And I run back

I sit alone in the dark
Only fire to warm me
To warm my broken heart
Unlike a broken bone
My scars will never heal
And I will always remember
That no one will ever care
But even if they do care
They won't understand