I can’t believe it happened again: no indictment for an unarmed black man killed at the hands of those who serve and protect
I can’t sleep . . . again: Injustice keeps me up at night
I can’t do anything: I am a middle class white woman in KY
I can’t do nothing: I must do something
I can’t ignore the cries: of Trayvon, Michael, Eric, …
I can’t stay silent: I must speak out, preach, pray
I can’t imagine: the pain of the victims’ loved ones
I can’t pretend: to know what it is like to live in fear because of the color of my skin
I can’t believe: that this is happening in 2014 in the “Land of the Free”
I can’t know: all the facts, all the feelings
I can’t have faith: in that which is not Truth, Justice, Peace
I can’t fear: that God is not present
I can’t wait: patience is running thin
I can’t hide: my eyes, my ears, my voice
I can’t cry: Jesus weeps
“I can’t breathe . . .”
But I can.
Guide me Great Jehovah,
Tell me not what I can’t do but I can . . . to speak Truth to Power, to stand up to injustice, to be still and know. Use my voice, my hands, my feet, to bring peace to a broken world.
May it be so.