The fires in Maui
The flooding in Libya
Just a few of the tears in our sorrowful tapestry as we wait for more to come.
The earth has become a battlefield and
Death has become a neighbor
Waiting to be recognized with the
Early morning sun only to rest before the rising moon.
We are drenched in the unknown
Not knowing which ancestor to call upon for mercy
Forgetting that our hatred of those who have different wounds
Than us has scorched the earth
Dried her womb of creation
Drained her blood of hope.
We have been given time to remember the valley of God from which we came.
Every angel has shouldered the burden of our mistakes
Has forgiven our trespasses
Has talked with the sun, the moon, the stars
Has begged the earth to forgive us for not understanding what it means to love.
We still have time
It is a choice.
One that shouldn’t be so difficult to make.