What if it was your child,
Don't say it
being pulled from the rubble?
I don't want to feel it.
What if it was your mother
bleeding from her ears?
Could you hand her over to spend her final days in quarantine?
Cover your ears, close your heart, run from the words.
But how can the world heal
if we don't let the pain in?
Scream the pain out.
And how can we weigh a life-
what is the exchange rate
of a Liberian to a Palestinian or Iraqi or Honduran child
to an unarmed black American teenager,
to a beloved celebrity?
from your beautiful, living compassion.
We're all in this together.
Compassion emboldens us and gives us the courage to cross into war torn cities, to offer kindness to the suffering, to sacrifice, to speak out at great risk.
We must be the voice for the voiceless.
Our weapons will be our compassion
If you are afraid of the pain, hold on to me.
We will not break apart.
Beneath the apathy is immense power.
With boundless love, we will work
to dismantle arsenals of hatred and indifference.
May we be a refuge to everything that lives.