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?”