Where are my people
Among whom I feel at peace
Free to be fully myself
Belonging in their midst
Even in differences
Where are my people Oh God?
I have lived among many groups
I have observed the ways
Adapted and been outside circles impossible to go in more than a pace
It’s not only them saying “You are not from around here”,
“We don’t understand who you are”, ”
“You are not good enough, or you are too good, for us.”
To accept you authentically would mean
We would have to stop being struck down or stuck up.
It is the culture, the customs, the ideals, subtle and wide, that separate the human family from hearts bonding Divinely.
When can I rest among those of my kind?
In a world where some move and many stay
To be entrenched alone among old generations
I feel for the immigrant, the outsider, the foreigner in the midst
Who is never allowed to quite fit even if they join and serve and give
My people are Your people, yet,
There are still veils, layers and walls unable to be scaled
Is this Your way Oh God, part of Your plan
To make those left in the outer court long for heaven?
Show me where you are in this deportation, on the path of Gypsies and Pilgrims and those displaced
Show me where You are on this trail of tears, You who were outcast, despised and shut out by your peers
When did life become an ongoing production complete with costumes and props
When did church become a worship “experience” instead of a community for relationships and a place to rest from the war
When did education become all about the presentation or the test to show off all you crammed into your head
Only to drop it out in relief when you are allowed to take a breath
Everyones hustling, busting their butts, to get to the next event
We even pay money to get t-shirt’s to show that we run for fun
We wear stacks of plastic bracelets to promote each cause
The show goes on and on and on
It’s like we are always auditioning for the next step up
Being evaluated to see if we can make the cut
Every meal, every visit to the gym, every trip to a church building
If your not going vertical, or if you are content, someone is gonna be looking to knock you off, take your market share
Keep your game up, don’t leave the stage
Or somebody’s right there to take your place
Leave you on the outside, factionless, underpaid