assembly of tones
carrying the cries
of the youth
the voices of truth
crying out in the wilderness
calling for an end to excess
the mess we've made of the world
swirls of colors
one chance to make a difference
in a world
they love and care passionately about.
they see the neighbor
that our fears call a stranger
dangers to keep at arms length.
Eyes of compassion
hands stretching out
But will we let this voice be heard?
Can we hear the prophetic words
of the youth?
Too young, too naive, we dismiss
their wisdom as the pleasure
like we know better how the world is meant to be.
Amplify these voices, God
bless each of their footsteps
with your broad and beautiful grace
show your face to them as they walk away from here
into a world more familiar with fear
filled with systems that are broken
injustice and inequality spoken
more often than the language of
Praising each person's dignity
their abilities and goals and dreams.
The voices of the youth are crying out.
Will we listen?
Can we learn?