Fon Dèyè (Deep Pursuit)

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).