frilly words about what i felt when I saw...

I walk, my feet are tired, but I want to walk more.

To meet and see the faces of those so beloved, 

To see the ones I have been uprooted for.

I don't yet understand it, but maybe if I see I will. 

I need new eyes to see beyond the the grey bubbly water

under the houses and board walks;

New eyes to see through the open windows

half built walls and worn out tarps. 

New eyes to see the Joy in the laughing children, 

the staring women, and the teen boys' ego.  

I need new ears to hear the greetings 

beyond  he crazy and some foreign words.
I need new ears to hear the meaning of the mumble, 

to understand the cautious low tone, 

to hear anything of consequence. 

To speak of what is or what will be
To be able to share a peoples story;  

I am not gifted beyond the average person,

and the tragedy around me seems to worsen.

Each step I take I know I am weak
Unskilled and untrained in this place would I break?

A seat of humility is where I want to sit
I asked for it but I don't like it. 

Involuntary repulsion to these hopes of remaining here
Unsatisfactory surrender to my Lord. 

How far can obedience carry?

Mother Teresa, how did you do it? 

So many years so faithful and not budging,

Keeping the faith and holding Truth;

A call to a Way and a Place.

Our paths have troubles, that way is sure

Our pains will be great, how great the darkness

Our satisfaction--

Rest in the knowledge that God has said it is finished.

The Prophets spoke in completed tense,

So I will Faithfully wait here and pray.

Study the truth and hold on. 

That's all I can do...

Or rather, that's all I'm asked to do. 

(Written after a long day of walking around looking in Y.)