Some days the hurt just makes me want to lay down, close my eyes and stop breathing...
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Some days the hurt seems too much to bear...and no member of my family has been shot, killed and/or maimed. None of my friends have had to deal with the horrific tragedy of gun violence. I'm just lucky that it hasn't happened here...YET.
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Tears, tears and more tears...heartache for the smallest amongst us who haven't had the chance to taste an ice cream cone as a salve on the hottest of days, twirl in the sunshine until you can't twirl no more and fall down in exhausted pleasure, experience that sweet first kiss or the thrill of receiving your first paycheck for a job well done.
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Such deep sorrow for those who come here seeking to have a better life and being told that the color of their skin makes them ineligible to live better, work hard, have a place for their family.
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Pain...
Deep heaving sobs for the words, the words that I thought I would never hear uttered in public so proudly again in my lifetime. The hateful vile rhetoric of a race of people who are happiest keeping their foot on the necks of humans who are just like them except for the color of their skin.
But mostly a mirror - the person who sits in the White House holds a mirror of our sins. Sins we've tried to bury. Sins we've tried to deny. Sins we've tried to ignore. Sins that are now coming back to haunt us because nothing buried stays buried...the light shines into every crevice, every dark hole and exposes everything.
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...and every day more gun violence...
...at an army base...at a Walmart...at a grocery store...a backyard picnic...a congresswoman's meet and greet...a movie theatre...a country music festival...a black church...a synagogue...a garlic festival...and school after school after school
voter suppression...voter intimidation...voter remorse...voter manipulation...voter misdirection
The icebergs are melting...the seas are rising...fires burn in Alaska so far north where there should only be ice and snow. Fires burn...and burn...and burn wiping out towns...taking and destroying lives. Floods, tornadoes and damns bursting...but no climate change?
As a Christian I ask ~ "Are these the Last Days?" Is it almost over? Have we harmed ourselves, our planet, our world enough that you need to save us God? Or is this the beginning...or the middle...or are there so many more trials to come?
I have no words to challenge, to fight, to implore...I only wonder why? And when does it end? I wonder if no one else but me can see history repeating itself...
...and my prayer becomes..."can we not normalize hate" over and over I say it to myself in silent whispers, in tears, in pain...
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Some days the hurt seems too much to bear...and no member of my family has been shot, killed and/or maimed. None of my friends have had to deal with the horrific tragedy of gun violence. I'm just lucky that it hasn't happened here...YET.
Tears, tears and more tears...heartache for the smallest amongst us who haven't had the chance to taste an ice cream cone as a salve on the hottest of days, twirl in the sunshine until you can't twirl no more and fall down in exhausted pleasure, experience that sweet first kiss or the thrill of receiving your first paycheck for a job well done.
Such deep sorrow for those who come here seeking to have a better life and being told that the color of their skin makes them ineligible to live better, work hard, have a place for their family.
Pain...
Deep heaving sobs for the words, the words that I thought I would never hear uttered in public so proudly again in my lifetime. The hateful vile rhetoric of a race of people who are happiest keeping their foot on the necks of humans who are just like them except for the color of their skin.
But mostly a mirror - the person who sits in the White House holds a mirror of our sins. Sins we've tried to bury. Sins we've tried to deny. Sins we've tried to ignore. Sins that are now coming back to haunt us because nothing buried stays buried...the light shines into every crevice, every dark hole and exposes everything.
...and every day more gun violence...
...at an army base...at a Walmart...at a grocery store...a backyard picnic...a congresswoman's meet and greet...a movie theatre...a country music festival...a black church...a synagogue...a garlic festival...and school after school after school
voter suppression...voter intimidation...voter remorse...voter manipulation...voter misdirection
The icebergs are melting...the seas are rising...fires burn in Alaska so far north where there should only be ice and snow. Fires burn...and burn...and burn wiping out towns...taking and destroying lives. Floods, tornadoes and damns bursting...but no climate change?
As a Christian I ask ~ "Are these the Last Days?" Is it almost over? Have we harmed ourselves, our planet, our world enough that you need to save us God? Or is this the beginning...or the middle...or are there so many more trials to come?
I have no words to challenge, to fight, to implore...I only wonder why? And when does it end? I wonder if no one else but me can see history repeating itself...
...and my prayer becomes..."can we not normalize hate" over and over I say it to myself in silent whispers, in tears, in pain...
