eight::sixteen

There is a land that you were made for,
a people even with whom you're inclined to reside,
a community different than falsified race
invented to aid the race for conquest.

You will be more than inviting,
but accepting,
and more than accepting,
but thankful,
embracing the stranger,
forgiving the debtor,
praising God for all people, all gifts.

Touch the beauty of the presence of another,
a precious infusion of love enfleshed.

Forget not the times the streams
seemed to slow for your passing,
the Creator leading you on the way.

Forget not the time of great relief,
release from the bondage of guilt
built on misplaced trust.

You will enter upon the landscape,
be it a desert in your bones
or a high mountain in your heart,
a resting place,
a giving place,
a place entrusted to your care,
your sensitivity.

(Joshua 3:7-11, 13-17, Psalm 114, Matthew 18:21-19:1)