there was a heaviness in the preacher's words
i wonder if he missed home
or if every person that dozed off during his sermon sent a bullet through his heart
i wanted him to see my eyes,
to see that,
if you are standing on top of a stuffy altar
if you are filling out paperwork in a stuffy office
if you are selling love in a stuffy room
if you are spilling words in a stuffy cafe
i promise you,
and one day you will cross paths with them
in an airport
in a hospital
and their eyes will meet yours with so much compassion
it stitches your heart right back together
Father, forgive them,
they know not what they do.
they know not where you came from,
or what you had to sacrifice to get here.
Father, forgive me;
i think i understand you.