Point of No Return: This monument, along the "Road of the Slaves" in the West-African country of Benin, commemorates the countless Africans who were kidnapped and sold as slaves between the 16th and 19th centuries. (Photo Credit: Atlantide Phototravel/Corbis)
Michael Card writes:
Could it be you make your Presence known
So often by Your absence
Could it be that questions tell us more
Than answers ever do...
And I must say when i think about the atrocities committed in the name of
God and Country...He must be right.
A rotten world
Gone wrong, awry.
Rich and poor,
Black and white,
Bond and free,
Peace and fight,
Light and darkness,
Wrong and right.
Streams of color,
Weave together,
Linking lives
in loving hate.
Son and Mother,
Dad and daughter,
In the crucible of fate.
Knot of anger,
Old cold Magma,
Buried deep
in soul's dark pit.
Icy madness,
Cancerous sadness,
Stifled screams,
eyes burning slits.
Ponderous thumping,
Inner burning,
Scalding torrent,
dark and deep.
Rushing,
Screeching,
Upward reaching,
Bursting forth
in hot black heat.
Can you feel me sometimes thats how it is best leave it at those times....
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