Faces 

A lot in recent events has me in this dance between absolute abhorrence but then realizing my responsibility is that much greater. 

Talked to a friend today , a friend that shares differing political views than me. This is ok. Absolutely ok. 

He asked me my thoughts. I gave them without sprinkling a sugar coating over top, of course. But followed up with my now realization that it is absolutely up to me.

To be informed.

To immerse myself in things I’m uncomfortable with.

To really delve into what this means for me and my family. 

So, I had this conversation this week that I couldn’t get over. Without giving major details, this friend/acquaintance of mine works at a very stressful position in linking up children and families with necessary things. She is currently working with a family that includes a mother who has fled her country. A mother who has slept in trash bags while fleeing for her family’s safety. A “refugee” or “immigrant” or “illegal alien”. 

I rather prefer to call her a woman. A mom. A FIGHTER. Strong. Courageous. Brave. 

I tell you this because of the following. 

We all are friends here on social media, in person, on the Internet , in public. And we all hold very strong beliefs , which likely won’t be swayed through this post or any other. BUT!!!!!!! 

There is always a face.

There is a face to the woman.

There are faces to her children. 

There is a face that belongs to the woman working with the family.

There are faces to these immigrants, illegal aliens. There are faces to the Muslim family. There is a face that belongs to the homosexual. 

I think sometimes our labels come without a face,Without realizing that these are ACTUAL people we are talking about. Not cartoon characters. Not characters in a book. Not people in some far away, imaginary land.

No, real, alive, breathing mankind.

So I wrote the following: 
Faces 

Traces 

Of places 

They’ve been 

Where they were unhinged 

Being binged 

By the lustful

Distrustful 

Hustlers 

The faces 

The races 

Of His people 

The equal

That we feel the need to 

Loophole 

The faces 

That hold tears 

Jeers 

And a thousand fears 

We will never have to know

The blow of

Status quo 

May we starting saying no 

And open our homes

And our hearts 

And our hands

For this is our fellow man: 

All The faces 

With all The traces

On all The races

From all The places

Grace is 

Getting what we don’t deserve 

Ball with a curve

Unexpected 

Was Wrecked 

But love affected 

Our very checkered 

Selves 

Isn’t this the same He

That can set free ? 

“THAT” humanity 

Stop the policy 

And the degrees

Modern day slavery 

And just be 

The we 

That heeds 

To the needs 

Of the faces 

With grace. 

Thanks for reading . ☺️☺️
(And watching if you look below) 

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