MADE “MAID IN JAPAN”

There is never a time so dreary as

Night-time, when sleep eludes!

Thoughts of  fighting, W.W.II but,

Now friendship precludes–

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Any enmity we ever felt,

Or lack of friendship shared

When after combat, up in those hills.

I, with them, friends declared!

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Sure this Catholic Priest in  Mindinawa, Japan,

Near survived on hickory nuts,

Since W.W.I  in his humble shack.

I visited his days near done!

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While there a young boy knocked and entered,

Bowed low, made his request

For a Blessing.  Sure, felt his need,

For special protection behest.

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Then I searched and found some Protestant friends,

Nakadas,  he the town doctor.

She, Daisy, educated State-side,

Could have passed for another–

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American by her looks and speech,

But Japanese born and raised.

Had pleasure of welcoming much later,

Much blessed and praised!

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She visited Japanese farmers around,

Quite a few back then.

In Lindsay, CA, long after the war,

Japanese descended, contend.

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Sure, we kept her there for some time.

Our (my) church accepted, so very proud,

To be known for loving friends!

All the Savior allowed!

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No black or brown or difference there,

Loving Jesus all are at home!

Dwelling in peace, eternally!

Never again alone!

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Sure, a rich blessing, Daisy was!

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Just me, Sam  10.09.11

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(P.S. My eyes cloud up when I remember

 that beautiful Japanese Lady!)

In Heaven now!

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