"Astonishing"

I share my favorite memories with midnight
And my saddest tears with the hour before the sun cracks open earth’s eyelids
Losing nights of sleep to attempts to change the world with my thoughts
I never could. . .
Earth was to vast, her problems to deep like generational curses dating back to when
Dust became woman, became son, became daughter
Became man vs. another man and his family vs. another day
And tomorrow versus this moment in time when we wonder if tomorrow is even worth fighting for
But we are fighters. . .
And we’ve been fighting since the garden or the big bang or whenever whatever you pray to said life 1st began
We’ve been fighting
And we’ve been dying like it doesn’t matter
Like 300,000 small children is nothing more than a number like 300,000 dreams couldn’t actually change the world 300,001 times
We kill like we breathe like we wink, like hearts beat, like our lives depend on it and when they do we kill twice as hard
And then lives do depend
All these beautiful, epic stories will never have their glorious endings
But maybe our bullets have better excuses then I do
Maybe our bombs know something I don’t
Because there has to be some reason why burning unread stories is something we salute to and vow to, and bow to, and bend to, and sacrifice to,
And ruin perfectly good happy endings for
For reasons unknown to me, something in me keeps saying that praying. . .
Must be good for something . . .
So we prayed. . . But instead of asking of God, we listened to his people
La’hore you cried my brother answer
Desamparados you cried my sister, she answered
Alajuelita you cried and I answered you, love scrapped from the sacred places of my soul
Na’robi, you called us home with a chorus of 2,000 thousand part harmonies rising from your slums
It will be love at first site, I know this now,
You are my bride or I am yours
It doesn’t matter
We are one, come together in an inseparable bond
Knots, tied together by earth’s gravity, to tight for even time to break
We are neighbors, we are sisters, we are lovers, we are one
Like raindrops we are fallen but when we fall, we land side by side
Where you break I crack, and where I fall you stand back up
We are Asia, we are Africa, we are Americas brown and white
We are northern mountains and desserts heated by love from a God
Who loved us enough to give us each other
Love from a God who mourns
When we bury childhoods in bombed playgrounds or kindergarten brothels
When we spit in our black mother’s face and slap our white father with hate
Why do we draw lines where we should have veins of red blood proving the same air we all breathe, breathed the same life into our lungs
I will stand on this mountain, face this scarred world and cry her love songs from the bottoms of my heart
So she knows someone loves her enough to do something other than burn her to down to her delicate flesh
I will love her broken, I will love you broken, please love me I am broken
And I am waiting for the day when my brother can wake up to the God hidden rinside sunlight
And my sister can go to sleep guard down and know what it means to feel safe
We were created to be different chords played in the same key by generations of finger tips
The same song, so everybody knows the melody
Because we sound better when we sing together

If you look at us closely the only thing that should be different is the way we love
Because my love has holes that yours can fill
And his fills yours and she fills his and I fill hers
So when stitched together we make a blanket big enough to tuck God in at night
And that’s’ the only time he can sleep,
When our love is whole
So lay down your guns, your signs, your politics, your egos, even you insecurity and go ask God how to fill my holes and i’ll learn how to fill yours so we can put our creator to sleep and sing the song the generations taught us so he has sweet dreams
Then justice can answers her curtain call and freedom will debuts it’s reign,
My heart will beat like victorious war drums pounding out orchestration of sunrise’s
And we will be the way God intended us to be . . .
Astonishing