I want to ask you my Church
how have you survived?
what mighty engine keeps your cells alive
what great heartbeat has sustained you
when pain contorts you
and sin stains you
through the trough of human sorrow
who has lifted you
to tomorrow
there are
and always have been
the invisible ones
who never made a name
rejected fame
the brick and pillars
the crossbeams of the church
they have stood up for justice
stooped down to serve
reached out to heal
sheltered the defenseless
mothered the motherless
lifted the depressed
and loved the despised
it matters that they lived
it matters how they died
it matters that they answered the call
without them
the foundations would groan and crack
and finally fall
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