//Stir within me a new dawn
filled with colors I’ve yet to imagine
let me never forget the names of those
not spoken of as tweet decks swell
with headlines that plow over the ones
created in my neighborhood – today
Move me to dance in spaces
not alive with my voice(s)
Spaces furious with sound
let me add my own – alongside
Encourage a village of embrace
within the walls of my heart
when I fail to listen to the art
abiding in my neighbor
Inspire in me a new song
with notes and drums and strums
that are different in comfort.//
I’m having a hard time writing tonight. I’m nearly spent. I went to work, submitted a book proposal during my lunch hour, and took my son to the ER for a burn on his hand (he’s ok). Later, we had dinner and paid our respects to the immigrants smuggled across the border and left in a trailer in the overwhelming Texas heat. We made it to the altar at my neighborhood Wal-Mart where some lost their lives. Some are being treated in nearby hospitals. We have yet to know their names.
There is something so distant about not vocalizing someone’s name. It makes it hard to live alongside them – to humanize them. To say I’m inspired to write because of what transpired today seems odd but I do want to write. A lot. I just came back from a writing retreat filled with inspiration and rest. It always seems God delivers a bowl of grace, for me to wash my feet in, right before he delivers me back home to face the day. It’s like he’s preparing me for the fight.
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.
I didn’t hold back my tears. I let them flow. People come here looking for a better life and all we can think to do is build walls. I honor and respect people who leave their home, face death, and rejection to hopefully grab a glimpse of what it is to live, love, worship, and be free from shackles in America. We have a long way to go.
Inspire also means to rouse, to move, to stir. That is the place from where I write tonight. Thank you for hearing my story, beautiful reader. I’m grateful for you.
“When you reap the harvest of your land, you shall not reap your field right up to its edge, neither shall you gather the gleanings after your harvest. 10 And you shall not strip your vineyard bare, neither shall you gather the fallen grapes of your vineyard. You shall leave them for the poor and for the sojourner: I am the Lord your God” (ESV Leviticus 19:9-10).
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday. The word prompt is INSPIRE. Above is five minutes of free flow writing. I welcome your comments and thoughts.
The forward slashes (//) indicate where the timer started and ended. Your turn!
Inspire photo credit: Kate Motaung of Refine Services