Perhaps We as a world are hurting Perhaps We as a people are bleeding Perhaps We as a nation are crumbling Perhaps We can still heal. ~Susan McMillan.
My child Of many nations Child of Crossed bridges and walls Cracked history of hate To love A swirl Of Henna and wine Salt and pepper My child Of many tribes Of mountains climbed And oceans crossed. Your tongue Has tasted Palm oil Yet knows a drizzle Of olive oil Over romaine Africa calls…… Continue reading Swirled child
Gently I fold my hands dropping to my knees Weeping for losses Not my own this time Losses of my neighbor elsewhere Losses that hurt Losses that weaken my knees Losses that push me to that thought; Forgive I say to my heavenly Father, Help me to forgive Help them to forgive Help us to…… Continue reading Prayer