Outrage
What outrage?
as you watch your much loved children starving
as your family is beaten and killed
What outrage?
as there is no seed for this years planting in Zimbabwe
as the schools are closed because the teachers are not being paid
or there is no phone
or electricity
or water
Along side this barrage of abuse
this abandonment of lives
this huge dying
there is a place on the other side of outrage
where we search for ways to keep our lives and our spirits intact
the welcome first rains feel like the unshed tears
held back for so long
Last week, Tendai wept in the circle
telling of her abduction and gang rape by 15 men
kept for 2 weeks
now with STD and HIV her life has changed forever
we sat whilst she cried
but at the closing circle she sang
and drummed and danced
and sang and sang . . .
On the other side of outrage
where we begin to consider what really matters
and look at other ways of survival
there are ripples of love and forgiveness and sharing
that emerge uncalled for
what space is this?
where the resilience of spirit
can still be sung?
speaking in many tongues
beyond outrage about who owns our words
we sing of a spirit that is still ours