Annunciation - Reflection

     It would be disingenuous of me if I didn't share that my mind has been cloudy with the tragedy that occured at Annunciation Catholic Church this past week. I have been sitting on this for a week now and I feel, like many others, that I don't think I have any new thoughts to share on this, beyond the continued fear and anger I've felt for years now. I've always believed that our words carry strength, but when our thoughts and voices continue to fall on deaf ears, how do you continue? I have to believe, for the sake of my faith, and for the sake of our future, that things will change. 

"What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save him? Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, 'Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed,' but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead." 

                                                                             (James 2:14-17, New International Version)

Below is a poem I wrote last week, as I've found I typically write when there is a need to share, a stream of consciousness that begs resurrection:

"the helplessness coursing through my veins

the despair eating at my soul

what am I supposed to do

how do you live with such deep-seated fear of

what this world is capable of

when so many are unwaveringly working

to erase the progress of our people"

Thank you for reading - until next time,

Sewit