Hearts-full, Not location or creed
Water piped in from Mono Reservoir
Lush grass, high-tech, large-located houses;
But down below, poor refugees at that Wall
Live in patched together plastic tents,
Preyed upon by ruthless cartel killers,
Near their shack of tar ’n’ wood Jesus church
Food on their small acre of stony ground,
Open kind actions, smiles, warm with zest and care;
Their hearts-wide, simple lives touch others here.
Not Evangelicals! those proud claimers
Lost from love’s generous kind country.
In the LIGHT,