We are not powerless
We are surrounded by a cloud of witnesses
From the yester-life
And the living
They walked and walk
They stood and stand
They ran and run
They raise their fists and voices and pens
And they move their feet and push back chaos
And they bring light.
Together, we are not powerless.
Together, we are a force
Together, we make up the sinews of the Spirit of God
The body that Spirit moves and moves through
Together, we, is power
The we of collective humanity is an unstoppable force.
We breaks boundaries
Joins hands
Hugs through barbed wire
We risks the life of self
To defend the life of “other”
We recognizes: I do not exist without we.
We is connected.
We feels the break
And moves through the sludge of chaotic communication
To confront
To correct
To mend
To heal
To love.
That is the epic struggle
of this present disconnected darkness
To find humanity’s we.
The common thread
We all touch
Woven through and between us all—
the thread not even the lost ones can deny.
Together, we are not powerless.
Oh, God help us feel it.
Oh, God help those who do not know what it is to experience it, to claim it, to walk forward guided by it.
Ah--We.