After the ashes have settled,
around the burning crosses,
and the billows of gray fog have lifted,
I will be there.
Perhaps a bit torn,
You will find me in the open,
where you will be able to see me clearly,
in my state of
You might even notice
a certain lightness about me,
as I smile in sincerity,
my presence- an embrace,
my love- no longer for the taking.
I will offer it only as a gift,
a healing source,
that only a liberated soul
And I will call out with melodies of strength,
to those who are listening
for a way through these ashes,
towards the clearing where I stand.
Only those with ears attuned
to these vibrant longings and holy hymns,
will hear my song,
and only those that hold,
the ambivalence of justice within their souls,
will turn and follow through,
with their open hearts beating,
and their blessed voices singing.
They will join in sacred harmony,
for our Ways are many,
but together we are a Psalm.