A poem/prayer for the descendants of Cain
My heart is heavy with grief this morning. So much fear and hatred. So much violence. From this grief I wrote this poem/prayer:
A poem and prayer for the descendants of Cain:
I watched the video.
Saw his dark face streaked with tears
Of the same color and saltiness as mine.
We are human, he cried. I am a man.
That’s all he was saying. I am. I am.
Perhaps we clutch the cold steel of our weapons so tightly
because we have forgotten
the “I am” within our own souls-
That spaciousness that is God
so we pray and wait passively, helplessly,
for help from above.
When right here right now
Hope is already in the heart that says,
I see you.
And I am, too.