Pastor Linda Hayes
Written under the unction of Scribe & Prophet
I let you define me by your prejudice and assumptions, your lies.
I almost forgot, I was born with a mandate, to make a difference, to stand with my head (sometimes natty), but high.
I came from a dynasty of prophets, priests and kings – with the rule and sceptre already in hand.
I let your cruel jibing, your dissing and disrespect, crush and dismember me,
I gave you too much space to try and define me,
You turned me this way and that
Trying to analyse me
until….. I remembered why I came!
I came to set a standard
To make a difference
To speak on behalf of the oppressed
I came to say ‘do you know what it/that feels like?’
Do you know who you are?Whose I am?
Step in my/their shoes before you jump on that hobby horse and pontificate about the things YOU hold dear
The things you hang onto that choke me, silence me,
The things that brought me to tears.
I came to stand in the gap, to turn my back, my cheek to everything that you do and say against me
If my words, my prose, my poise disturb you,
If they touch deep down and hurt,
Ask yourself why, and Here is an answer: The spirit searches the deep things yea, the deep things of the heart .
“When? you say…. when have I.?
By your silent rejection, your scorning and scoffing
By your stiff-necked, head held high,
Pretending not to see me or greet me
But googling me, watching me, monitoring my each and every move
Hugging me with your cold hearted, hard hearted, self
touching, but not feeling, nothing there real
A religious, impersonal, Facebook, texting, parody.
A peeper, a watcher, operating in a spiritual deviant void.
Devoid of flesh and blood God-purposed connections.
Eyes that don’t see, hearts that cant feel, mouths that don’t speak truth.
Tittilated by anything otherworldly. Passing it on, passing it on, but burying the Truth.
Did you know, I am somebody’s mother, somebody’s daughter? The child of a king?
I came (nay was sent)bearing seeds and bringing good gifts, but these you rejected.
Your house shall remain desolate. You are without excuse.
You quelled the spirit of joy and the spirit of laughter.
You gave grey days, heartache and much sadness.
Be careful when you turn tail,
turn coat, against me….
There are others with me – an army fighting for and on, my behalf
Do you know? I almost forgot who I am…!
Then I remembered
I came to forgive …..