There’s icky stuff happening.
Everywhere you turn there’s strife, displacement, floods and fires. My
heart goes out to those affected by hurricane Harvey, as well as all of the
wildland firefighters here in Oregon, as we watch our forests be consumed by
the flames.
Taking it a step broader, our culture, our world can’t agree on
anything. Everybody’s right and nobody is wrong; or is it vice versa? We live
in a gritty world of real needs and hurts. The stranger crawls in, abusing,
demeaning and using. How will we emerge?
I trust you see the optimism in the last lines, for there is always
hope, no matter how desperate situations appear. It takes a resolute effort on
our part to see the woven crosses and to stand strong, not silent.
“Hush, be silent,” crouched in quiet
words of warning
heard all too often
“Plug your ears, don’t listen,” put it out of your mind
still, the sound
of slamming doors and objects crashing … or people
seeps
into the consciousness
“Escape, escape, flee”
run from the
inexplicably accepted darkness
The cycle repeats in the daylight
higher-ups
damaging and demeaning the ill-informed, helpless, lonely ones
pinching
unseen bruises into the soul
Lured and snatched, sold into slavery of the body
traffickers lord
it over the misled downcast
Rampant, pulsing through the veins of society
choking life like
a smoke-filled room, abuse is your identity
an
ill-fated companion inexplicably linked to an endless array of humans
Multiple crosses woven into the complexity of the massive iron
structure
broadcasts
freedom, opportunity
Is hope visible in the crush of oppression inflicted by this familiar
stranger
in determined
fearlessness, stand strong, capable, tenacious
no
longer silent and crouched in uneasy fear…an abled warrior emerges
Missy
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