It’s been challenging to say in the least
these past couple of weeks
Existing as a human being in places that are hostile to who I am
as a child of the Creator
painted in beautiful hues of brown
overwhelming to know that some people are blind seeing God etched in the lines on my face
and so, searching for sacred spaces where I can breathe and be is the new normal
My soul has ached, wept, cried out and been angry
My spirit shows the scars from being in the midst of the battle
Where can I find solitude, serenity and peace
with those who do see Christ clearly staring back at them, with love
from my eyes?
Where is the place where my ringing voice for justice be welcomed?
Where can I learn from those whose words, songs and language are different from mine own
in so many ways?
Clinging to the Holy Spirit..