Untitled: A Poem Rooted In Hope

It’s hard to compose myself,
Can’t wrap up my heart and put it on a shelf.
Not meant to idle on the title,
This is just the recital.

But I need a revival,
To feel the tidal wave,
Of God’s blessing because I’m not a slave,
To death anymore, but to righteousness.
To feel the drive inside my chest.
Wake up today and get dressed,
With purpose and to fix this mess.

The world we’ve all been creating,
By evading the complications,
Not on “many sides” but all sides.
Guilt ridden hearts because we were just witnesses,
“innocent” by neutrality, but avoiding the reality
That we’re all to blame,
It’s such a shame.

I should love my neighbor and not be scared,
If they dress or act different, what’s the difference?

Our hearts were all designed the same,
Created in His image and then named,
Children of God and sons of righteousness,
And then evil comes and entices us.

Greed plants seeds that bear their fruit,
Just not the kind that represented You.

Hearts plagued with a need for connection,
Yet when we come to their intersection,
We turn away toward isolation.
It’s “safe” there and we can remain stationed.
Is is stationed or stationary?

Stagnancy that prevents growth and brings about cults,
Because if they think what we think, then there’s no need to really think.
On the brink of insanity,
By removing that essential aspect of our humanity.

Turning deaf ears to one another,
Because we’ve already tuned out the mutter
Of a trigger-happy President and news-anchor resonance.

It’s time for a discussion,
Like the NFL and their concussions,
We’ll only circle back to where we’ve been,
If we don’t take the time to listen to then…

The past whispers hope for reconciliation,
A grassroots of the good parts of this nation.

While the Gospel brings hope and grace,
And I’d love to see more of that in hate’s place.

It starts with you and it starts with me,
Asking God on bended knee,

“Bless the stars and stripes with unity.
And with my friends and family, will you be with thee?”

Because if we all remain neutral and individualistic,
Then we’ll never be a community.

And truthfully, we’ll never be the church.

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