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"To say to the children in this land: “Have hope. We’re here. We take a stand!""

TAKE A STAND

Maybe before we didn’t know,
That Corey is afraid to go
To school, the store, to roller skate.
He cries a lot for a boy of eight.
But now we know each day it’s true
That other girls and boys cry too.
They cry for us to lend a hand.
Time for us to take a stand.

And little Maria’s window screens
Keep out flies and other things.
But she knows to duck her head,
When she prays each night ’fore bed.
Because in the window comes some things
That shatter little children-dreams.
For some, the hourglass is out of sand.
Time for us to take a stand.

And Charlie’s deepest, secret wishes,
Is someone to smother him with kisses
And squeeze and hug him tight, so tight,
While he pretends to put up a fight.
Or at least someone to be at home,
Who misses him, he’s so alone.
Who allowed this child-forsaken land?
Look in the mirror and take a stand.

And on the Sabbath, when we pray,
To our God we often say,
“Oh, Jesus, Mohammed, Abraham,
I come to better understand,
How to learn to love and give,
And live the life you taught to live.”
In faith we must join hand in hand.
Suffer the children? Take the stand!

And tonight, some child will go to bed,
No food, no place to lay their head.
No hand to hold, no lap to sit,
To give slobbery kisses, from slobbery lips.
So you and I, we must succeed
In this crusade, this holy deed,
To say to the children in this land:
“Have hope. We’re here. We take a stand!”


Geoffrey Canada - Harlem Children’s Zone 
February 14, 2013

My amazing ED Jill Baldemor sent this to our team today. 

Great excerpt from “Tattoos on the Heart” by Greg Boyle

Great excerpt from “Tattoos on the Heart” by Greg Boyle

That Moment When…

you realize you have become the type of person who uses white out to make sure her planner looks neat when she changes multiple events. When did you become this person, and where was she in high school and college?

Setting Forth

Something will be born from
this goodbye. In the pain of
setting forth, something will die.
With the release of the old
comes a moment when nothing
is firmly held, and the unknown
burns the bridges of the past.

When the smoke clears, my eyes
seek out the new horizon.
Nothing is known here, but
the air is sweet and breathing
deeply I see long dormant
seeds send up their shoots
from the fertile ground of change.
As leaves unfurl to meet the sun,
the circle is complete.
I will not forget a single
step of this journey, nor will I
let comfort lock me
in its warm embrace.

I do not know what fruit these
seeds will bear, but I have faith
that what is taking root today
will surprise me with its vigor.
In birth and death,
in breath and the final exhalation,
there is pain and the movement
into truth. I take the step
that I am called to even if
I do not know the final destination.

Setting Forth - Danna Faulds

I am so full of blessings, love, and light for the people in my life. And I’m so excited to see where our journey’s take us next.

PS thanks to the lovely Kat Reiner for this poem.

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