if only, my god, the river of healing left its banks to come heal us where we stand with our feet stuck in the mud

if only, my god, the letter of peace penned itself to the angry mobs and violent landlords who worship cruelty

if only, my god, the silver coins and gold bullions of the rich relocated themselves to the pockets of the impoverished

if only, my god, the clothes of the false prophets tore themselves loose from shrouding unholy lies and misdirections

if only, my god, the horses and chariots steered off the highways of captivity to carry us along the streets of freedom

if only, my god, if only

but look: the river of healing is ready for swimming,
the letter of peace is already penned,
the silver and gold are waiting for release,
the clothes are delusions to be unseen,
and the horses already know the ways of freedom

if only, my god, if only we would live in them

on 2 Kings 5:3

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