Window

Windows wide and tall

round and small.

Old and drafty, cool and crafty.

Spotted with dirt clouding the hurt.

Panes of glass hardened like brass.

Morphing the view.

Who dares to peak through?

Open your windows,

Hear the cries,

of swollen, tear filled eyes.

Extend an arm not to harm.

Shedding light, igniting a fire

embraced with warmth;

taking us higher.

Join the heroes, brave and strong.

Stand together, with praise and song.

Heaven’s wind will blow with change.

Those who have died, did not die in vain.

Coming are the days of the latter rain.

Watering the earth and nourishing souls

so that our children’s stories

will be a better one told!

This poem is dedicated to George Floyd. I stand in solidarity with my black friends, those I grew up with, those I work with, those who I’ve broken bread with at my table, and those I do not know.

“For God shows no partiality.” Romans 2:11