Where I Stand
From where I stand
Perched atop this
pinnacle of privilege
From where I stand
Mouth agape
Witnessing agape love
From where I stand
These children of the One
Beautiful, painful, resilient
From where I stand
I so undeserving
They deserve so much more
From where I stand
What can I give?
Can it ever be enough?
From where I stand
Humbled, sad, despairing
It can never be enough
From where I stand
Held as they are held
Surrendering as they surrender
From where I stand
There is no hope
There is only hope.
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Today we served beautiful, sad families at the Mexican border, witnessing their sweet, resilient hope in the face of insane policies and horrific conditions. Their shy smiles, genuine laughter, harmonic song, and deep gratitude for each tiny gift moved me to tears.
The mural above (*information about the artist below) fills one wall of the dining hall of the Kino Border Initiative shelter and I stood in front of it for a long time. I recommend zooming in and spending some time with it. It is a much more compelling version of the last supper in my humble opinion.
We were able to serve a Christmas meal and distribute lots of toys. This little poem is my attempt to capture my heart’s feelings, from where I stand.
*Beginning Art Mural by Wenceslao Quiroz https://m.facebook.com/WenzGallery/
This is beautiful and so sad. I love your poem. Thank you for posting. Thank you for being you.
Thank you for being able to serve and witness for us.
A wonderful reminder of our wider world and the hope around the despair.