I wish you wholeness. I wish you life. I wish you the gift of daybreak where the sun kisses the horizon and never asks for anything in return. I wish you embers that burn tiny holes on your soul to let the light out.
On the syllables of root words inherited from the fall./ In the history books you rewrote with your existence./ Story begins where we dare
Hope looks like an unexpected welcome.
And I wonder what of this fabric when God looks at the hem of us and wonders how we unraveled.
There is so much good in the world we don’t often see or hear about. When we showed up at the site at our neighborhood Wal-Mart, my eyes flooded and not one dry eye was present in our family vehicle. As we rounded the corner in the parking lot, water bottles, water jugs, teddy bears, roses, and crosses all beautifully adorned the space we now found ourselves in.
The dialogue must ensue and One is a great conversation starter. It serves as a complimentary piece to many available resources regarding the history of racism and systemic oppression inherent in the founding of our nation.