Sep 2020
I sit here feeling
the flesh of the world
heaving with the enormity
of today's pain
tears are indescribable
watching eyes chiseled
from hardship, lips pressed
into sepulchers of unspoken words
I kneel before an altar
resurrecting childhood faith
whispering again a scripture
to relinquish this surcingle
clenching my chest
we are more
than these dark hours
we will rise
from the bleeding woods
and hurricanes threatening
security and any semblance
of peace
we are more than these crises
and when the smog
fades, the tempests retreat
we will lift our hearts
use our hands
and rebuild
humanity again
the flesh of the world
heaving with the enormity
of today's pain
tears are indescribable
watching eyes chiseled
from hardship, lips pressed
into sepulchers of unspoken words
I kneel before an altar
resurrecting childhood faith
whispering again a scripture
to relinquish this surcingle
clenching my chest
we are more
than these dark hours
we will rise
from the bleeding woods
and hurricanes threatening
security and any semblance
of peace
we are more than these crises
and when the smog
fades, the tempests retreat
we will lift our hearts
use our hands
and rebuild
humanity again
I awoke today feeling the heaviness of our world, the fires out on the West coast, the hurricane making landfall near my home on the East coast, people shrouded in fear and uncertainty, jobs lost. The world is crying, it seems. This poem is my prayer to our world that we will find our way back from these wanderings, that even though we are lost, we will be found.❤️
