Type: Poem

“Maybe you don’t know about my / passion for justice and integrity.”

“and so I stumble / through my workday, / weeping in between meetings…”

“Into what space do we turn on our winding ways / to the place of tears and grief?”

“I cradled your / black-inked letters, letters overflowing with infinity…”

“Loved ones and friends, and / strangers– / in a blink, in a flash, forever lost. / This day, today…”

“The cries that carry / from one end  of the earth / to the other.”

“What happened to our prayers, O God? Did You hear them? When? Who? Where?”

“But today, there are not enough words in the Psalm / to cover the number of victims of this hate.” 

“let us shape the fire of our bruised backs into the peaceful streams of clearing throats…”