Hey there, world. With your busted up broken and the tears falling down like rain on your scarred landscape. You, yes you with your babies crying and their mothers across the fence weeping like the lost and scared because they are just that.
You sweet fractured mess of a Kingdom that begs for mercy and picks up a sword at he same time. Where your history runs like the reals of an old movie whose ribbon has been wrapped ’round double and the same scene unfolds, just in a different time frame.
Hey there, world. With your jagged party lines and your screaming to be right when we all know it’s the quiet who are heard. That those who yell the loudest may seem the most passionate but that the words and the protests and the name calling don’t mean a damn thing if you don’t put your feet where your mouth is.
You, beautiful broken, who longs to be loved with a rebel love that just wont stop. Just wont quit. Just keeps holding you tight when you push away because you don’t feel worthy. Because you don’t want the rest of us to see the wounds that line your heart like a minefield of lost hope and broken dreams. Because seeing means knowing that you were given up on, cast out, torn away in a way that feels like daggers to the heart and an ocean full of broken promises.
Hey there, world. You, yes you.
Let me love on you. Let me see your scars. Tip that gorgeous tear stained face that’s been marked up by others towards me. I see you. I hear you. I notice the cuts and bruises and the shattered glass that used to be your heart. Let me love on you.
I will remember.
I will bear witness.
I will not forget your history.
I know about your ships and your boats and your midnight runs to safety. I know about the parents who left and the ones that were taken and the hours of darkness in daylight. I see you. And I love you.
For all your broken and bent and sideways. For all your angry words and tore up looks and right, left and middle wings.
I see your hurt and I raise you love.
Wild, reckless, going to get my heart broken love.
And I’ll keep on breaking it. Because you’re worth it. Your babies, your children, your women, your men. I’ll lead you to the river in your sun scored land. We will rebuild your walls and cities.
Because isn’t that what we all need? A rebel love that crosses all the lines and breaks down all the walls. When it all comes down to it, it’s just you and me and our beating hearts. One body-beautifully choreographed to a patchwork of colors and shapes.
So come, sit with me on this back porch in my squeaking chair. Lay it on me, Love. And let me love on you with that rebel love.