I will never be lost, I am a seed of this land

 Refined, redefined, found, loved, beloved, BE.LOVED
that is how this love letter starts

My spirit catches its breath as the love that invades my heart, tells me to heal the broken world.
Teach them how I love, Teach them how I love, my Father says
Show them how I love, my Father says
Act, He shouts
Caught on fire by my Fathers presence, I walk through the world wondering- how, when?
Sacrifice, Sacrifice that is what I am reminded of

Such a time as a this, requires sacrifice
It requires not just moments of faith, but a life of faith, at every second and every minute of the day
It requires presence, we have been called to heal this world
Healing doesn't include bandages to broken hearts and bruises, it requires total healing
Being bound to each other by Justice, we are responsible.

We are responsible, we must respond- It is time to express the happiness of being loved, it is a time to reach out with colors of joy, it is the time to love and forgive.

Our lack of understanding of how we are loved has decided our recent times, but this brokenness doesn't define how the fire of love can redefine, and refine

The little hands of Miriam, taught me that God's amazing power resides in the smallest of his people, Tanzania taught me that an awakening is constant, and that when desire to change the world is present, the little children need to be included

The gaze of the Yanomami people in Venezuela, transported me to years of colonization and hurt, but walked me through healing and break through, who we are resides in the depth of God's presence, we are never lost, we are seeds of this land

I will never be lost, I am a seed of this land

My heart has been scattered all around this world, planting seeds, trading beauty for ashes, giving roses interm of hurt and pain.

I walk the streets of Rio, with pain in my 14 year old heart, wondering why there is so much hurt, my heart gets tangled and all I want to do is  hide it. 'I don't want to hurt God, let my heart go'. Love, He says. Love

Touching ground in El Salvador, with plans and dreams bursting at the seams, I meet Love face to face, as He says, welcome home- time to love

I will never be lost, I am a seed of this land

Surrounded by mountains and love, I am bound to these people, I arrive in Bolivia, where freedom surrounds me and doesn't let me fade in to the distance, but says Be bold, you are free!

With hurt and terror, tripping in to history, Europe makes me feel trapped in a world, where I no longer feel God's presence, I called you to love here too, Ivania- why the fear, again?, He says to me
A love that took me to a land where I would never want to wander, with my feet dragging.
The love that searched my heart for more room, would not let me rest until I understood, that His love restores and I am whole again

Present

 present day, March 2013

I will never be lost, I am a seed of this land

Hamilton, you have been digging and tugging at my heart strings, running would be what I desire, but the stories of the people paint in me a canvas that fear was making me throw away
fear keeps us slaves in a cage whose doors have been swung open

I want to stir fire in to the hearts of the hurting, remember, you are beloved, BE. LOVED 

Clashing thoughts, presumptions, stigmas will keep us from loving
But tolerance is the brother of complacency, and only allows us to love those who are near, if we refuse to touch the hearts of those we do not know, we are refusing this world of a healed world.

Si no ahora, Cuando? If not now, when?- Mons. Oscar Romero

The way to heal is to restore, our foundations are shaken because the foundations are not founded in who we are honestly.

Let us revamp our visions, our hearts

Serving

Knowing that  we are seeds of this land, scattered to love, scattered to love until it hurts

In a world that doesn't need to paint over bullet holes, In a world that doesn't leave children without mothers ravaged by illness, In a world where our indigenous people's are  no longer being treated less then human, In a world where there is no need for refugees, just human being accessing freedom free of borders

On earth as it is in Heaven.


I will never be lost, I am a seed of this land

Specialize in the Impossible

Specialize in the impossible, sings to me, a slow and steady drum, a strum that adds to my breath.
Constructing with my hands, the ordinary becomes miraculous
The land underneath me is alive, it is a flower of fire, a volcano connected through my veins

If its about loving, don't let my spirit rest, I ask.
and my dream is granted.
If its about loving don't let my spirit rest, I ask
and strength is given
If its about loving don't let my spirit rest, I ask
and my heart is expanded
If it's about loving don't let my spirit rest, I ask
and I am given myself back, I am given my people back.

To know our people , is to know ourselves
To know ourselves it is to know, the Love that knew us first
and to know Love, we know that when it is about loving we shall not rest.

at this moment in Rexdale, Toronto, there are people incarcerated for coming to Canada, because they are being kidnapped in Colombia, because they are being forced to be child soldiers in Sudan, because the drug lord in Chiapas, Mexico has killed everyone in their family, because they are being trafficked, tortured, and killed for being Roma.

at this moment in a small town in Puerto Rico, their is a young boy expressing his thoughts about being colonized in the 21st century, the expression bleeds hope on the wall, "I will be free".

at this moment, native Amazonian people are being pulled from their lands in Brasil, their lands are being stripped from them to build... a highway

at this moment there are people that are bound by Justice, in Canada, in Latin America, in Africa, everywhere, every place where when it comes to loving, the Spirit doesn't rest.

The dreams that we cultivate are manifested through the value we pour in to the path we have decided to take.

I am no longer in dream mode, dreams that have become paused never move with the rhythm our generation is demanding.

I am in walking mode, every step I take, is a step that would have been impossible, impossible if my uncle Francisco Efrain would have not decided to fight with the revolution in El Salvador, a step that would have been impossible if my family wouldn't of fled  El Salvador. But this would have been impossible if I wouldn't have realized, that the war, the torture, the hurt and pain that my people still breathe like pollution, shouldn't have happened.

My purpose is Peace, my generation is bound by Justice. We are the demand of our people, we must specialize in the impossible. Impossible for lifeless bodies, but possible for bodies that are not our own, possible for Spirits with a call, possible for hearts that are interconnected with the musings of the Creator.

I am no longer in dream mode, dreams that have become paused never move with the rhythm our generation is demanding.

I am in walking mode- walk with me.