I hear the news-
people aching, screaming
to be heard, seen. Anxiety
Is hiding beneath their bone
& I know we are all the same,
wandering round: God, where
are you? Do you hear me at all?
Part the sea, split the rock so we
Can drink again–the river of your
goodness again. Maybe we’re blind,
because I saw the sun peek
fmf: news. I listened to the news the other day and between 3 different stories I wanted to cry. So much pain and I wanted God to hold these people and show he is with them. Sometimes I feel naive because I don’t keep up on the news beside the little bit I catch from people or email. And the little bit typically breaks my heart. For God to do something. I’d like it to be spectacular, but small works, too.
“Shepherd, O GOD, your people with your staff, your dear and precious flock. Uniquely yours in a grove of trees, centered in lotus land. Let them graze in lush Bashan as in the old days in green Gilead. Reproduce the miracle-wonders of our exodus from Egypt.”Micah 7:14-17 MSG
I pulled this up today and thought to myself: please, please please! I’ve seen it but I’d love to see it again and again. So I’m sticking here to see.