Mosaic of Hope.

You collect the tears the of hungry and the thirsty,
of the prisoner and the captive,
Of the wandering homeless,
even my tears of pain and shame,
and you weave them into this beautiful mosaic of hope
and love and peace.
Magnificent and superfluous in your ways,
in awe of you I breath.

Your goodness is the sound of many waters
crashing across my senses,
Flung through a trillion balls of fire,
from the smallest to the biggest of them all that sight can see
‎that shines on all creation and rains on all imperfect.
‎ Your goodness in display
‎transports the garment tassels
‎To heal a broken hope like the balm of Gilead
Across oceans and seas it flows
to soothe the hurt on earth transcends to life eternal.
Goodness responds to the violent suffered
To the broken in a thousand fragments
Stiched together by the scarlet flow
from the fountain of grace and mercy.

This is amazing grace
That takes the soles of my feet to tread
To claim many places trodden
The grounds of many nations, many cities
In those cities many lives.
If I claim anything, I claim them for you
For your desire, your purpose, your good.
If I claim anything,
I claim peace for the nations at war
love for the unlovable
Stoicism for mothers whose sons’ blood
Scream for respite for their sacrifice.
I claim for the homeless cities of hope
Shelters of outpouring love,
Leaders with the forthrightness and intergrity
To serve with selfless abandon,
The end to the ravages of war and the senseless death
Of the vulnerable, women and children
Weeping that their cities be returned to them
That their playgrounds be not a stench of carcasses.

I’d claim them all and lead them back home
to tranquil nights, boistrious days and playful sunsets.
I’d collect in these hands the tears of Syria, Ukraine, Haiti, Chicago
To the diaspora enslaved in Libya and pour them
As offering at your feet; I’d throw the prison doors open
To breath your freedom.
The doors of every orphanage will open into hearts of love
The unlatched entryways of domestic violence and abuse
Will match through the paths of freedom
to your unending, enduring love.
Break down the walls of pride,
leveling them to vestals of humility.
Obliterate the boundaries of color
Awash them in blood that speaks as one.
I’d take those bubbles that ensconce us
Deflate them so each seeps into the pain of
All.

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I arise

I awake in dreadful tears borne
of longsuffering pain,
shame and failure untold.
But I arise to an enduring love,

A perfect love radiating like the sun
hurling away fears
Bearing hope for a new day.
I arise
To arms that languishing souls
embrace,
That to depths of despair
drop! Catching humanity’s tears,

I arise
To your love,
Mending twisted, battered minds
bending away from shoel
From shame so
deep.

Broken you chose me, ‎
You called my shattered pieces to come together
Into this mosaic of your magnificence.

This new day,
‎my good shepherd’s voice
‎resounds and
my spirit quiets.
Peace sings sweetly within me,
Sweet as honeycomb,
His voice of love cocoons me.
prospering my twisted soul and
healing my broken body.

Infatuation?

I’m older and forgotten what it feels like

True love that is.

If it ever truly was love.

The last time it was smothered by insensitivity.

I forgot.

It’s been a long time ago.

My memory of it is from a forbidden place.

Was it wrong?  Too young to

comprehend.

Again I ask what love is?

They called this infatuation

I felt differently, to me it was love.

It felt good, giddy and happy

to have it around while it could stay

Heartbroken to let go,  but they said

It would  get better, it was infatuation.

Yes, it got better, but never to feel

that innocent way again.

looked all around

searched even in company of myself

searched even in a loving presence,

peeked into the heart of other’s  love

Can’t quite feel that innocent way again.

And they said it was infatuation?

Gosh!!! It felt so good!!!