We hold in our common heart and mind: our whenua, our communities, our whanau…
The giggles of children…
The sighs of animals…
The smells of kitchens…
The flicker of a smile…
The incense of our gratitude perfumes the air like frangipani at dawn
The cries of the little ones…
The fear of the beaten ones…
The grief of the wounded ones…
The brutality of the powerful…
The tears of our empathy water the pohutukawas of our resistance
The beauty of holy space…
The prayers of the pious…
The transcendence of music…
The passion of the committed…
The embers of our courage are blown by the spirit of outrage to ignite hope
Gratitude, empathy, and courage… may we uphold and be upheld by these… and hold out our open, wounded, and weary hands to others.
Amen.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment