Drops of Color
Gather at the River
Remember the song?
Do you recall the reasons
for the voices rising
Was there a reason?
I am of the ‘ilk’ that all things do NOT
happen for a reason.
I gently hold we attempt to make ‘meaning’
of all things ‘flowing’—
How do we SEE what is in front of us,
around us, beside us, beyond us,
Even the most dire of situations
—the circumstances that ‘break our hearts,’
—that drive us to our knees, that invite us
to join hands in prayer and collectively
groan with a Universe in labor
desiring to birth LOVE…
Can we birth love?
I do not know how to ‘join’ humanity.
I am trying to write,
sketch for those who literally cannot.
I Am walking a path with persons
seeking the same dreams,
‘to BE the change we hope to SEE
in this World…‘
“Shall we gather at the River…
Yes, we’ll gather at the river
The beautiful, the beautiful river
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the [grace] of God.”
lift your voice
—remaining silent stops the current
—carry your tune amidst the rapids.