Good friend, writer, student, musician and wordsmith Emily Davidson penned this piece in the midst of a worship time at a recent gathering. She has astonished me many times with the moving wisdom that flows from her young but seasoned spirit.
It’s my privilege to share its themes with you here:
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Here we stand,
Friends and fathers,
The whisper of things to come around our ankles.
We face the dawn,
Sing into being a break in the night,
See beyond the black a world lit white with promise.
Here are our dancers, our poets, our lovers,
Here are a million stories,
A thousand upon thousand things yet to be done,
In the rush of the tides a multitude of faces upturned.
Here we make our stand,
Clasp the hand next to us and face the day,
Breathe anew the winds of a vision so large it overflows the eyes and sets
thundering to the tribal rhythm of the God of a thousand tongues.
Here we stand together,
Even unto the rising of the sun.
Emily Davidson, January 2007