Grace-full Africa

SOMETHING GRACEFUL

There is some
Grace that lies
heavy in the African air,

a sweetness carried
in the breezes sweeping
over Mombasa's white sands.

It is there in the gentle
rhythmic way the Kenyan
chef lays the breakfast

crepe upon my plate
In one slow smooth -
I dare say -loving motion.

One may think this
Grace echoes the days
of colonialism.

I thought ,as my eyes met his,
that this was a grace flowing
from a Sabbath source 

a balm that rises
up from that aquifer 
of abundance  

that lies just under
the surface of this
vast African land, 

under the not-so-thin layer 
of everyday struggle;
of poverty that often

seems to be a 
step ahead the best 
intentions of those whose feet

are planted on this soil
and those whose hearts, 
that while dwelling elsewhere, 

long to scratch the 
surface and tap into
the river or grace 

that cannot be
stopped and will
never run dry

SABBATH

Comments

[Becca]

Amen! Tears. I have been remembering all week the Joy we witnessed and could never put words to. May we just had to change her name to Grace.