Hope - Bill Denham
Larry Robinson
Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Thu Sep 28 06:05:38 PDT 2017
Hope
I do not stand in judgment.
I simply weep
for the blindness I see
around me,
for the hurt inflicted,
knowingly or unknowingly,
upon the marginalized.
I know nothing else to do
but weep for this reality,
for this inability to love
each other.
May my tears fall upon this arid soil,
may their moisture
find the heart’s seed,
dry and shriveled,
for lack of loving,
for the lack of tears,
for the lack of life giving moisture.
May my tears envelop
each shriveled heart seed,
allow each seed to swell,
to begin to feel once more
what has been lost—
the ability to grieve,
to weep and to water
with their own tears
other dry and shriveled
heart seeds.
In this way, my grief is a fount of hope,
for only in my tears,
only through my tears,
shared in community,
am I able to live fully,
to weep and then to dance,
to dance and then to weep,
in this never ending cycle
of being human—
we are born and we die.
If we are to live fully
in that interim, in that short time
we are given, we must weep
for we all know we are destined to loose
everything and everyone
we have ever loved.
So, only through our grief,
only through our weeping,
openly, publicly, communally,
are we able to embrace our full humanness,
our own divinity, the wholeness of our lives,
to experience genuine hope and joy,
knowing our tears are watering
the shriveled heart seeds of the world.
Jesus wept.
- Bill Denham
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