I will be returning to my chapel series this weekend as I’ve decided to make that a once a week thing. I think too many “anti chapel” (which I’m certainly not but it could be perceived that way) posts in a row would bring on cries for me to be burnt at the stake. Or something equally bad, I’m sure. I don’t want to step on too many toes in a row.
then where do I belong?
My heart lies with the women,
who holds her stillborn child
as she weeps for the life that never was
My heart lies with the homeless
who shivers in the cold October rain
as they weep for a place to stay warm
My heart lies with the little girl
who lost her parents to AIDS
as she weeps to be loved once again
My heart lies with the teenage boy
who holds the knife to his wrists
as he weeps for a reason to live
My heart lies with the teenage girl
who was sold into the sex trade
as she weeps for her innocence to return
My heart lies with the children
who tremble in fear when their hear parents
as they weep for a safe place to sleep
If this is where my heart is,
then where does my home reside?