Saturday, November 03, 2018

She called me sister

You, who have suffered unthinkable things
From my race and my people;
The loss of your children and language,
The loss of your land and your culture,
The loss of hope
When greedy hands, white hands,
Snatched what they desired;
You, who have walked the path of Job,
Through loss and pain,
Loss and pain,
Loss and pain,
And darkness over the deeps;
You who were robbed,
By my kindred and my people,
The race by which I gain:
You called me sister!

This is the hospitality of Christ,
And to you I give my tears.

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