many years ago they left
driven from Eden
from the land of Wandering Winding Waters
their homeland
greed and racism left no room for them
no longer welcome
they were driven onto a trail of tears
on this day
they returned
and once more their songs were raised into the sky
and the drums sounded
once more they saw the waters and the snow capped peaks
home again
and once again tears flowed
but this time tears springing up from full hearts
as land stolen was returned
and ending becoming a new beginning
a church closing but hope being born
how Gospel
ah how often people are far from home
driven their by forces beyond their control
driven from Eden
by those who would judge and exclude
by those who would dominate and control
by those who do not respect
their sacred DNA
indigenous people
poor people
immigrant people
mentally ill people
LGBTQI people
people
Sacred children
and yet
when hearts are open
and the Spirit moves
wind and fire
ah, we are prodigals all
we who sit on the land
wrapped in privilege
and those who long to return
from a long exile
those who have wandered, those who have been oppressed
there is always way back home
back to the homeland
back to the place where we are birthed and rooted
but only love can empower
that return
only humility and a thirst for justice
only the understanding that all belong at
the table and deserve
to gather for the feast of Love
the homeland may be a scrap of land
it may be a place in the Great Spirit’s heart
but we know it when we see it
we feel it in our hearts and in our stomachs
and we want nothing more than to dwell there
and gather all others
to that place
of love and hospitality
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