· poetry

I sense the trees whisper as they shake their leaves in the wind, acknowledging your presence. I hear music floating from the corner down the street; travelers passing through this sleepy town, bringing with them their bit of the world; their long-night star drenched upside-down, spinning in circles time stopping magnificent picture of a reality far to complex and simple for us to grasp.

 

I hear the silent protest of a people, rallying against outsiders invading their carefully sectioned town. I wonder what you think, as you witness this odd meeting of your children, so widely stretched apart as they pass one another on the street torn into separate worlds.

 

Excitement buzzes in the air as if all the molecules have erupted into flames; static replaces silence, expectation and bitter anticipation pass through the minds of those who dare to speak kinder words, yet with troubled hearts.

I am a witness, an onlooker, as I find myself submerged in this strange collision of worlds. I see potential, possibility, the promise of changed hearts as opposites attract on the edges of this sleepy town.

 

I see your hand moving, as this unexpected, unwanted encounter spans the gap between culture and society; I sit in thought of the grace that will be pour out.

 

I see color bringing the town to life under my feet, the unusual uplifting of a barren womb of familiarity and contempt being disrupted; new birth waiting to expand through the collision of kinds.

 

I hear your voice through the chaos, imploring us to love one another as you have loved us, for what greater joy could we experience but the reconciliation and uniting of the brokenness of mankind through your radical love.

 

By Riah Raine

I sense the trees whisper as they shake their leaves in the wind, acknowledging your presence. I hear music floating from the corner down the street; travelers passing through this sleepy town, bringing with them their bit of the world; their long-night star drenched upside-down, spinning in circles time stopping magnificent picture of a reality far to complex and simple for us to grasp.

I hear the silent protest of a people, rallying against outsiders invading their carefully sectioned town. I wonder what you think, as you witness this odd meeting of your children, so widely stretched apart as they pass one another on the street torn into separate worlds.

Excitement buzzes in the air as if all the molecules have erupted into flames; static replaces silence, expectation and bitter anticipation pass through the minds of those who dare to speak kinder words, yet with troubled hearts.

I am a witness, an onlooker, as I find myself submerged in this strange collision of worlds. I see potential, possibility, the promise of changed hearts as opposites attract on the edges of this sleepy town.

I see your hand moving, as this unexpected, unwanted encounter spans the gap between culture and society; I sit in thought of the grace that will be pour out.

I see color bringing the town to life under my feet, the unusual uplifting of a barren womb of familiarity and contempt being disrupted; new birth waiting to expand through the collision of kinds.

I hear your voice through the chaos, imploring us to love one another as you have loved us, for what greater joy could we experience but the reconciliation and uniting of the brokenness of mankind through your radical love.

By Riah Raine

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