As we approach Palm/Passion Sunday, my head is filled with images. Heartache is not distant to me. So:
I sit looking out my window.
I hear cars passing, spraying up rainwater, oil, and litter as they go about their business.
Passing through our neighborhood.
If I see one more person throw their trash out their car window, I’ll scream.
if I hear about one more shooting,
if I hear about an earthquake,
a vote, a lawsuit, a press conference, sickness, shutdown, soundbite, scandal
My God, my God why have you forsaken