Poem: Advent 2

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Someone has begun
to puzzle the pieces
of the shattered bowl
back into place.

The fractured pattern flows,
a twisted pathway,
across the scarred surface.
The break will always be visible.

Somewhere in the distance
a voice is calling, “Cry Out!”
And what shall I cry?

Hands up!  Don’t shoot!
Black lives matter.
I can’t breathe!
Justice!

I will not cry for an unholy peace
which rests upon your shoulders.
My cry is only my breath,
all I have to offer
until we all can breathe together.

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2 thoughts on “Poem: Advent 2

    • I like the way you word the question. I just kept trying and trying to fit it into something that would have a resolution, but it’s too raw. How shall we cry out when we can’t breathe? I’ll hold that one this week.

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