Can I catch my breath – while others can’t breathe?
Another poem/prose blog, sharing my heart in these troubled times. For many it has been a horrific week, as we watch the heartache of the news, the anger, the uprising, the riots, the deep grief. Doing nothing is not an option anymore.
For others, their suffering exposed, and perhaps we are listening better, and paying attention. We ache for those who suffer, for those whose life is not fair.
And for all the helpers, those who are on the front-lines, those police women and men who are gentle caring folk and this has all been as abborhent to them as anyone. I applaud them for all they do to keep us safe.
For our broken world, I pray for peace. I pray for love, and understanding. I pray our eyes are open to truth. I drew this tonight in sharing my heart – sometimes we just want to wrap long arms around all those who hurt, and take the pain away.
Can I catch my Breath?
I take the luxury of a deep breath words passing from my consciousness to my screen and perhaps onto yours
asking questions that need to be asked why can I breathe so freely me in my white privileged skin while others tread carefully not ever knowing when their safety will be challenged or jeopardized, oh really I don’t know Because I have not experienced being followed in a grocery store or judged because of colour i have not known oppression or the fear, yes, the fear. All I can do And must do Is not to be silent. No, These are my brothers and sisters human as I and I can't be silent any more. But more than my white privileged voice I and you are called to listen Listen to the stories Hear the pain Validate the suffering. Even as I breathe, I pray they too can breathe and find healing for our broken world.