Wheels
turning,
My
spirit’s yearning,
I
want to eat it all up.
I
want to know what your Spirit says,
As
it indwells your people upon the
Pearl
of the Caribbean.
I
want to know what your Spirit feels
And
the work You are pressing into the hearts
And
minds of Your precious children in
The
Pearl of the Caribbean.
I
want to know the deeply rooted traditions,
Daily
chores, practices, welcomes.
I
want to dine with the people,
Recline
and become refined with Your people.
I
want to know the history that dates…
Oh
yes, way back into the treacherous
Dark
ancestry of inhabitations and taking-over.
I
want to hear and repeat and communicate
The
thoughts in our hearts in the tongue
That
was carved from another and created into
Its
own creole word formation creation.
I
want to stand in awe of a God so divine as to
Create
all that I see in a place unlike that of my birth,
Mixed
with love and hate, richness with greatest weakness.
I
want to see and know,
I
want to hear the beat of my heart in step
With
Yours as You
Gaze
with Your eyes of burning love’s desire,
Upon
the children You foresaw and created,
A
time and place that was foreknown to You.
I
want to weep as Your tears fall,
And
mourn as Your heart aches,
For
the return of Your kingdom in this place.
It
will return.
I
will stand on this patch of dried up grass,
And
I will stretch out both hands, all heart, a little bit of mind,
I
will pursue with my being the destiny You imagined would be
Before
time began, Zanmi (friend).
