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.
Fiesta Estrellas 
Poignant, full of pain and hope.
Beautifully stirring .. pulling hard at the heartstrings , heartbreaking but heart hopeful verse. This is from deep within your soul.. it feels as if your soul has spoken .. it’s special in a way that my heart feels full of gratitude ♥️
You help me to feel like my writing matters. I’m gonna write no matter what, because it’s a function of who I am. Thank you for retracing the threads of these words back to the source! Your gratitude 🙏🏼 makes me feel like you received something, which shows me you really do know my soul: longs to provide substance and meaning, and to build connection. The words are forged from an emotive depth. Thank you so much for reading and for your great kindness! ♥️♥️♥️
Your writing has helped me .. your words have helped me to learn the beauty of your heart, in that I have found comfort and solace. So in your words I find your selflessness endearing , it’s your heart that gives this purity out to us. You have to be here for us , it helps us shape our sensibilities to better understand ourselves. You have that power that you use kindly. You are a powerhouse of beauty and soulful grace. Keep the ink flowing. It nourishes our thirst.
♥️♥️♥️
Headed out of town on a small Spring Break vacay with the Family… your words spin me into a web of trust and glee. So grateful 🥲 🙏🏼💕
Rest well ! Relax 🧘♀️♥️ always here looking forward to seeing you ♥️
Mercy is a powerful thing Ka, to give it we have to be it. Great post kind lady, may it ever be a part of our hearts 🤗❤️🙏
Thank you, Mark! You stated that well; and, I very much agree, “to give it [mercy] we have to be it.”
I see us humans as working on this exact mission: the purity of our hearts. 💕 🙏🏼🙌😁
The cry that mourns over injustice, inequality. The lives and livelihoods sacrificed to greed…
That ancient, even mystical, origin does not remove us from the pain, but merely puts it in perspective. Or helps. Perhaps if we knew more of the reality of that, than mere mental acceptance, the perspective would be more clear. But, maybe that is more than a life here could bear. I have come to realise the waters of Lethe are not a curse.
Mercy, in its fullest sense is never “yours”. It does not belong to anyone in power, nor to the mythical magic sky fairies of manufactured religion. It is, rather, “ours”. And that is what we need. The mercy that permits us to see ourselves, and each other, for what we are, in the depths of our souls.
I loved this reply so much, I’m still re-reading it.
Thank-you. I’m gladdened to know I’ve produced something worth re-reading…! 😉
Though you should take the credit for starting the thought process…