Matt’s lament:
Our Father, which art in heaven,
I feel so lonely.
Though Christ died to save and the Holy Spirit guides,
My heart feels heavy and longs for change.
Black Trauma begets Black Trauma,
and I long for healing, community, and Just work.
May my offering of heart, mind, and soul
be my first fruit of Love.
May my words speak miracles.
That move mountains
That change landscapes
That changes worlds.
To have access,
To thy divine power.
Let thy will be done.
May my praise be done,
in Faith of a
Black beautiful better future.
Guiding me, at my roots,
to bear new fruits,
Of
Love, Justice and ALL Community.
Ase,
amm
Media Pairing:
How to Write Your Own Psalm of Lament : https://youtu.be/-xoVu_oq-tA
Two Distant Strangers: https://www.huffpost.com/entry/two-distant-strangers-travon-free-oscar-nba-kevin-durant_n_60864e01e4b09cce6c131174