Gratias agimus tibi, Domine Deus!

In this moment,
when blind hatred is all I feel,
for my skin, my god and my being,
from the votaries of hate,
with their creed of fourteen words,
and eighty eight.

I arise in the magma,
of the love that is my core,
beyond the mantle of my skin,
I live, love and share goodness,
it is greed, not I, that drives,
your jobs to foreign shores.

It is selfishness that inflates,
costs of healthcare and meds,
it is the desire to forget pain,
that drives people to narcotics.
Yet, I who work in the fields,
picking food that sets your table
and mine, who seek the same as yours,
bear the brunt of your blame.

In this moment, I lift my eyes,
my heart to the hills,
seeking the help that comes,
in the name of the one,
who created you and me.

In this moment he floods,
our souls with love,
innundating our worlds
and all beyond,
so that mercy does good works,
and charity smiles at neighbors,
and faith drives out fears,
and the fences and walls,
that separate our beating hearts
become tables where we share,
food, stories, songs and talents.

 

Abbreviated Version

Gratias agimus tibi, Domine Deus!

by Charlie Bottle on February 11.  © Carlos Coelho, All rights reserved

In this moment, when blind hatred is all I feel,
for my skin, my God and my being, from votaries of hate,
with creeds of fourteen words and eighty eight.
Yet, I work in your fields, picking food that sets your table,
and mine, who seek the same as yours, yet I am blamed.
In this moment, I take refuge, in the name of our creator,
who inundates souls with love, so that mercy works, charity shares,
and faith drives out fears, and the fences and walls,
become tables, where we share, food, stories, songs and talents.
Gratias agimus tibi, Domine Deus!

Author notes

We are the testament of human migration throughout human existence, lend your voices and drive out the fear and selfishness, skin tone is the effect of the latitude on which our ancestors lived and should not be used to divide humanity.