A tent.
Is there at least
a tent to cover these bare
heads and shoulders and lives
from the turmoil, the storm, the fury?
At least a tent
on a mountaintop perhaps
far above and removed from hell’s wars,
a place where your holy daughters & beloved sons
can breathe. breathe without running.
without running for their lives.
where they can see
so clearly
without the smog of violence
without the suffocation of xenophobia
a mountaintop where it’s as plain as the sun
how beautiful each one is, how dear and how brilliant.
Let there be a tent, O God,
a tent and a mountain and a grace
of peace that surpasses the world’s vices & villainies.
By your mercy, it would be good for us
to be there. Let us be there.
on Luke 9:33