Open the skies

And let it pour down

Your daughters and sons are struggling under the sun

Facing the rain and cold

Our parched mouths still long to speak out:

The pain of our people.

So many without hope. So few with billions.

The billions are products of broken systems

That lost control…

There is no control.

There is only mercy, freedom, and real hope that’s born from darkness.

Hope born from nothingness but a glimmer of “what else must be *also* true.”

Faith can glow like a star

because,

we are more ancient than any pain, poverty,

More ancient than

neglect.

Our hope is built from spaces untouched of sadness and grief

Transformed.

We are lights in the making.

We are faith focused high and higher.

We don’t need your mercy anymore,

We have become it.