With the faith of a child, I look up, and I see worlds of possibilities and infinite hopes. The hopes of souls that are eternities-old. Hope which cry out to the One who is Hope, the Rock of Ages.
The souls say: “Can you see that child down there? She’s looking up with her arms stretched wide, and she’s ready to receive from You. She hopes too.
But they say she shouldn’t hope too.
But they say she shouldn’t receive too.
But they say she shouldn’t because she’s made of brown-earth and black-gold and Middle Passage tears…too.
What do you say, Rock of Ages?”
I say: “Let her hope. Let her receive. I made her brown-earth and black-gold. And I see her tears…and your tears too. I will give to your daughter. She’s my daughter too.”