When I knew very little Spanish, this older one said my eyes were celeste, the blue of heaven. Forever after, I knew the value of cognates. I already knew the supreme value of children, all of them.
Yesterday, I saw a meme of two exquisitely beautiful boys. Each had journeyed by himself to a border. The light-skinned one was deemed a hero; the brown-skinned one was locked in a cage.
When the war began, I wondered, how will this too reflect institutional racism?
Readings
Sat – Mar 12 Psalm 118:26-29 Matthew 23:37-39 Psalm 27
Always Bridging 
That hurts my heart.
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