The sea holds our sin.
As levels rise,
as ice melts,
as whales and birds wash up on shores
dead from the plastic and metal in their bellies,
as people wash up on shore
dead from desire for safety,
and our refusal to give shelter.
The sea holds our sin.
The desert holds our sin.
As it grows,
as soil degrades and water evaporates,
as bottles of water are kicked over and
people arrested for leaving them,
as bodies rot in the heat
dead from the desire to thrive,
and our refusal to see them as human.
The desert holds our sin.
Children hold our sin.
As they turn
to technology for community,
as they struggle
under the weight of despair for their future,
as bodies are buried
suicide videos pleading,
“Fix society. Please.”
Children hold our sin.
I am searching for comfort,
searching for hope,
looking, like Bono, for American soul;
for cruelty replaced by kindness
division replaced by appreciation
contempt replaced by compassion.
I am looking for Jesus,
not the glittering image of passive piety, but rather
the miracle worker
the revolutionary
the one who fed the starving
without fear of having enough later
without asking for greencards
or place of address.
I am looking for those
who would close their mouth
and open their hands,
who would lower their wall
and open their hearts,
who would not be an ally
but rather a force.
I am looking for raging light
in the midst of all this deepening darkness.
I am looking for you.
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