Thank you for reading it! I pray that we can practice to get better as God perfects us. I believe He finds pleasure in us loving our neighbors and strangers with love, truth, mercy, and justice. So they can experience God’s forgiveness.
Your poem settled into me like something remembered—something ancestral, steady, and deeply true. “What if justice was normal?” That question doesn’t echo—it roots. It asks not just for vision, but for presence. For participation.
What you offer isn’t just a reflection—it’s an invitation. To rise without spectacle. To build without waiting for permission. To make love, dignity, and equity so woven into our daily choices that no one has to question whether they belong.
You speak to the spaces between headlines, to the quiet rooms where culture is shaped long before it’s noticed. Where children learn whether justice is something they can expect—or something they must earn.
Reading your words, I didn’t feel stirred to perform. I felt called to continue—to return again to the patient, sometimes invisible labor of care. Of listening. Of creating change that doesn’t vanish with the scroll.
So thank you, Dave. For your clarity. For making space where truth can breathe. For showing that justice isn’t a moment—it’s a way of being. One we can practice. One we can offer.
This is the world I was dreaming of during Obama's two terms! Dispirited as we may feel, we cannot let go of that dream; we cannot stop moving toward this justice with whatever energy and tools we can wield.
This is absolutely breathtaking… I’m trying not to weep. IT’s decency, kindness, & empathy that’s lost on SO MANY these days… Thank you for sharing this to my comments, I’m going to restack this because it NEEDS TO BE.
What a day that will be!
Thank you for reading it! I pray that we can practice to get better as God perfects us. I believe He finds pleasure in us loving our neighbors and strangers with love, truth, mercy, and justice. So they can experience God’s forgiveness.
No question about it. Loving requires sacrifice- that is, unfortunately where we fall short.
Dear Dave,
Your poem settled into me like something remembered—something ancestral, steady, and deeply true. “What if justice was normal?” That question doesn’t echo—it roots. It asks not just for vision, but for presence. For participation.
What you offer isn’t just a reflection—it’s an invitation. To rise without spectacle. To build without waiting for permission. To make love, dignity, and equity so woven into our daily choices that no one has to question whether they belong.
You speak to the spaces between headlines, to the quiet rooms where culture is shaped long before it’s noticed. Where children learn whether justice is something they can expect—or something they must earn.
Reading your words, I didn’t feel stirred to perform. I felt called to continue—to return again to the patient, sometimes invisible labor of care. Of listening. Of creating change that doesn’t vanish with the scroll.
So thank you, Dave. For your clarity. For making space where truth can breathe. For showing that justice isn’t a moment—it’s a way of being. One we can practice. One we can offer.
Good word of encouragement
Thanks
Beautifully written. If only. We must strive for justice.
Utopia would be my one-word review. Thanks for sharing. If the day comes, we´ll hug.
This is the world I was dreaming of during Obama's two terms! Dispirited as we may feel, we cannot let go of that dream; we cannot stop moving toward this justice with whatever energy and tools we can wield.
https://substack.com/@poetpastor/note/p-162266680?r=5gejob&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=notes-share-action
Thank you, Dave
This is absolutely breathtaking… I’m trying not to weep. IT’s decency, kindness, & empathy that’s lost on SO MANY these days… Thank you for sharing this to my comments, I’m going to restack this because it NEEDS TO BE.
Thank you for reading it and thinking about it. Thank you for the encouragement. Thank you!