Here in Nairobi the poverty is apparent
It is like a slap in the face
that leaves my head spinning
and the sting doesn’t simply disappear
Instead I carry this lingering pain
and in case I should decide to ignore it
I simply need to round the corner
and prepare myself for the next hit of reality
I wonder what the face of God looks like here
I wonder what hope looks like here
I wonder what I look like here
This untouched, pure land
I imagine it, thousands of years ago
The hills, rolling green and scattered with trees
I imagine that's where God might be
Maybe that's where God has always been
Waiting for us to finally see.
-AMB
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