I have a few half and half images from our house build. I learned earlier on this week that the house next door to the one we built has now been bulldozed and so the more positive theme and joy of the build is no longer the thing most on my mind. I wrote a poem.
Helpless
We are not.
For as friendships are made across the cultures
As houses are built with the tools of resistance
Connections are made that are stronger than concrete and blocks
Hopeless
We are not.
For we have tasted joy and celebration.
We have triumphed and that can not be bulldozed.
Weak
We are not.
For we link in a chain that can carry a weight too much for one to bear,
Overseen and directed by our powerful God, we take on the strength of the Almighty
Together
We are.
United through shared joys and tears.
Determined that fear will not overcome.
Reminded that this can not go on,
forever.
