Rhythm of Truth and Love

Kick me. Bang, bang. The drum is loud and some

of it is true. There are boots on necks. There are doors

slammed. There are roads left bleeding. Speak it, name it,

cry it out loud. But never let the drum be the only sound.

After the naming, let the silence come. Just long enough for another rhythm

to rise. A father running. A Samaritan kneeling. A thief promised paradise.

Stones falling. Perfume pouring. Living water offered. Coins and a promise.

I'll return. I'll return. I'll return. Speak the wrong, yes,