Listened to the sound of rain falling upon a palm roof?
Heard the songs of howler monkeys in the jungle?
Seen a sky only God could paint?
Watched the majestic macaw soar overhead?
Fallen asleep to the sound of the river flowing past your window?
Swam beneath the spray of a waterfall that has no name?
Listened to the thunder roll across the jungle, and heard the voice of God?
Followed the tracks of a jaguar down to the creek,
hoping to catch a peek?
Walked under a moon so bright, it cast your shadow at mid night?
Stand under the jungle canopy, looking up...and see no sky?
Felt the sun beat upon you as you paddle down stream
in a dugout canoe?
Loved a child with dark, black, shiny eyes?
Swam in a current that nearly takes you away?
Eaten a sun ripened pineapple, straight from the garden?
Held the hand of a tribesman, and truly felt him to be your brother?
Smelled the smoke of a camp fire, hours before you arrive?
Been held in the embrace of an Indian grandmother,
who "rocks" away your pain?
Had your face lovingly painted in onoto, and felt beautiful?
Had to leave it all, not knowing when , or if you would see them again?
I would like to thank the Venezuelan jungle missionaries who have contributed these photos. All photos are original to Jungle Mom, Don Arnold, Mike Dawson, Pastor Von, Micah Jank, and Jonathan Reed.