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My heart breaks. I want to cry.
My stomachs lurches. I want to throw up.
I want to drop everything. I want to run. But I am stuck. I can only pray.
My heart tells me to pack up and go find a way to help, but my mind tells me I need to stay here, that when I am finished with my degree maybe I can work for one of these agencies, that I need to be responsible.
I need to find a way to be sensitive where I am.
Maybe I need to be less sensitive.
A friend of mine posted this on her Xanga site:
When it is genuine, when it is born of the need to speak, no one can stop the human voice. When denied a mouth, it speaks with the hands or the eyes, or the pores, or anything at all. Because every single one of us has something to say to the others, something that deserves to be celebrated or forgiven by others. —Eduardo Galeano, The Book of Embraces
What do you have to say that deserves to be celebrated? What have you said that needs to be forgiven?