speranta

We are jesus' hands and feet on earth

Do we know the mother across the street
waiting for her rebellious son's return?
did anyone knock at her door?
Or leave a word of comfort?
Do we know valentina, the moldovian orphan
abused ninety- five times on Christmas day?
Are we surprised she has a Name?
Look at that boy outside the bakery
fighting his hunger pangs

Where are their promised lands?
Are we nonchalant to speak for the dumb?

Did we hear the sobs of a young teenager
Who wishes for a mother to share her little secrets?
Are we not alarmed some women even today deliver at home?
Do we know what it is to be thirsty?
Or to be nestled in a perivian jungle of an unknown tribe
watching our boys drunk up muddy water?

When will their jericho walls collapse?

Did we know that the boy in the corner of the class
has a suicide note tucked beneath his pillow case?
Where is his uncle Mordecai?

Did we turn away from the paraplegic
covered in fleas and sleeps with street dogs?
Was he not knit fearfully and wonderfully in his mother's womb?
what about the prisoners in a forsaken cell
meant to be forgotten?
Can they hope against hopelessness?
Did we open our sachet of myrrh to them?

The boy with the sunken eyes in the oncology ward
too weak to reach out to his toy car
are we brave enough to look in his eyes?
Did we spread the balm of gilead on him?

Arise! Our lover is peering through the lattice
and leaping over hills to reach out!
We were assigned to the uttermost
and these are the uttermost
they are the henna blossoms of EnGhedi.
Arise! for it is time.