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Nina Pick: Deportation Liturgy
Dear Mr. Spicer
Like the scent of strawberries in the foyer at the bank
your words say one thing and your voice another
on a California mountain there are wild strawberries
but the smell in the room does not remind me of them
.
Black Ocean
When I came this way before the sea was
golden calm and shimmering out like this
for miles remember how back then we were
not at the bottom of the ocean but beside it
do you remember you were a stranger here
do you remember how welcome you felt you were
.
Deportation Liturgy
It is difficult to listen to two voices speaking at the same time
but god hears all of it he hears all our prayers at once
he can hear the prayers in the midst of sirens
or in the silence of a cell
even our screaming he hears as prayer
even our rage sounds like prayer even our rage at god is prayer to god
Copyright 2017 Nina Pick
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A friend works at an ICE detention facility and said there had been an influx in Haitian refugees due to the earthquake. But instead of keeping nuclear families in one facility, they are dispersed and sent to multiple facilities scattered throughout the country. Children separated from parents, husbands from wives. Often it is an arduous task –on top of the unfortunate circumstances– to locate family members, some being deported before they are even able to. Sinister motives, a terrorist attack on the one good and innate institution that is the family. God help us all.
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