“‘Let Justice roll down like waters in a mighty stream,’ said the Prophet Amos. He was seeking not consensus but the cleansing action of revolutionary change.”

~ Martin Luther King, Jr ~

i love the quotation above so much that i wanted to post it again to wellcome you to the third day of justice june and a moon of justice rolling down in cleansing actions guided by love creating a world of peace… again, as we are in this crossroads moment witnessing justice being denied and feeling a planetary tidal wave of grief, this is the moment for us all to join hands and stand in love for love being justice in every thought, word and deed, occupying the energy of balance and harmony real-eye-sing there’s only one of us here as we pick up our threads in the great unraveling to co-create an even more beautiful world…

i have been called to float serenely in the sea of love energy today, no body surfing the waves, my nervous system simply needs the central sun and ocean of being and love love love today… and so i offer once again all ambassadors of love a litany from the Reverend Dr Yolanda Pierce, the first woman to be appointed as Howard University’s Dean in the Divinity School’s 150-year history… although she directs it toward those not ready for healing yet in the midst of the river of sorrows we are floating in, it feels so healing to me like those cleansing waters of justice called into our being at the beginning of this love letter…

“Litany for Those Who Aren’t Ready for Healing

Let us not rush to the language of healing, before understanding the fullness of the injury and the depth of the wound.

Let us not rush to offer a band-aid, when the gaping wound requires surgery and complete reconstruction.

Let us not offer false equivalencies, thereby diminishing the particular pain being felt in a particular circumstance in a particular historical moment.

Let us not speak of reconciliation without speaking of reparations and restoration, or how we can repair the breach and how we can restore the loss.

Let us not rush past the loss of this mother’s child, this father’s child…someone’s beloved son.

Let us not value property over people; let us not protect material objects while human lives hang in the balance.

Let us not value a false peace over a righteous justice.

Let us not be afraid to sit with the ugliness, the messiness, and the pain that is life in community together.

Let us not offer clichés to the grieving, those whose hearts are being torn asunder.

Instead…

Let us mourn black and brown men and women, those killed extrajudicially every 28 hours.

Let us lament the loss of a man, dead at the hands of a police officer who described him as a demon.

Let us weep at a criminal justice system, which is neither blind nor just.

Let us call for the mourning men and the wailing women, those willing to rend their garments of privilege and ease, and sit in the ashes of this nation’s original sin.

Let us be silent when we don’t know what to say.

Let us be humble and listen to the pain, rage, and grief pouring from the lips of our neighbors and friends.

Let us decrease, so that our brothers and sisters who live on the underside of history may increase.

Let us pray with our eyes open and our feet firmly planted on the ground

Let us listen to the shattering glass and let us smell the purifying fires, for it is the language of the unheard.

God, in your mercy…

Show me my own complicity in injustice.

Convict me for my indifference.

Forgive me when I have remained silent.

Equip me with a zeal for righteousness.

Never let me grow accustomed or acclimated to unrighteousness.”

in this critical moment of apocalypse, lifting of the veils, when we are called to be wise as serpents and see clearly the injustice and suffering, may we also re-member our calling to be gentle as doves in service to all relatives trusting in the perfection of the cosm, the implicate order that we are made for these times to rise in love singing, we shall overcome…

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