George, Breonna, Trayvon, Ahmaud,
Chantel, Tina, Regis, Dudley…
these names all call to me
in the beat of my heart
sometimes with a rhythmic reminder that
I am alive and they are not
sometimes while racing in a fear
fashioned after theirs at their last
sometimes in a full stop – that
sliver of time between blood in, blood out…
And in that eternal between, those who are gone appear with You and
open my eyes to see again that all of our kneeling is not pious.
Thank you, Allen.
You are most welcome Elsie!
Thank you. “…all of our kneeling us not pious.” I will be turning that sentence fragment over on my mind as I tend my garden. Grateful.
You are most welcome! All of us need some sentences to keep us oriented in these days.