In these rambling words I hear my own lostness,
a wondering, wandering confusion
What once was solid is disintegrating, plains are leveling
Mountains to valleys, fierce and unwavering
Right and wrong and black and white, dissolving.
What is the narrow line of justice?
What road am I called to walk that will lift the burdens from my fellows
Carrying, lightening, lessing the hopeless void of despair
With the very light of God, that weighty substance which soothes like dew
draping freshly as a garland upon a troubled mind
Without naming the territories under dispute
The assumptions and promises held aloof
Labeling the other,
Building barriers against a brother,
Language, culture, history, policy to politics, supremacy
This is a prayer to gain wisdom.
This is a plea to leave my comfortable privileged ignorance
And be clothed with a new perspective, a fresh empathy toward understanding.
A remaking of sorts, so that the long-Promised One, the Rescuer, might be seen and known through me.
(And knowing my own weakness, I take no credit for this desire, but give glory to His goodness that surpasses knowledge).
