I felt I had to write something to express my experiences on this trip so far.
I see families living in ramshackle quarters,
Earning in one day what I earn in 15 minutes
And working much harder for it,
And I ask “God, where are you?”
I hear stories of violence and fear,
Killings and disappearances,
Injustice and complicitiy,
And I call out “God, where are you?
I feel sad and discouraged,
Angry and helpless,
Guilty and overwhelmed,
And I cry out “God, where are you?’
And You answer “I am here. Where are you?”