The nation bleeds; its soul is in torment as it searches for its identity and relief from the chains of its past.
The revolution that is in such demand is actually a cry for “Thy kingdom come.”
A cry for a different reality from the pain, sorrow and despair that dilutes our hope, freedom and justice.
The rain has returned as the rainbow disappears in the horizon.
The rainbow that was a hope that defined a new identity, but at the same time it was a symbol of promises and the hope they gave.
From the outskirts whispers cry, “Differences have become greater than our hope, and have laid bare our blindness to what could be. By no means are we ignorant nor fake, but the bleeding overwhelms us and the unsealed wounds pain us.”
To those who are called the Church; can we afford to remain cuddled in the elegance of our robes and the resonance of our opinions while the nation bleeds itself to death without amends?
Are we not they that are called to breathe life and call forth the dead from the grave of the eternal foolishness?
Are we not those whose hands carry the healing of broken reeds and displaced minds?
While the nation bleeds do we take the opposite roads hoping our cloaks remain spotless from the blood of many who so cry upon our deaf ears?
The rainbow has disappeared and the rain has returned.
Can not our voice command the sun to break forth in unrestrained victory over the darkness that so embraces the children of our soil?
Are we not they whose march trembles the foundations of all that is designed to lay siege of the balance of life that hold this nation together?
Are we not they who bear resemblance to him who shifts human history and rearranges the order?
It is his story and he has invited us to write it with our obedience, to punctuate it with our intercession and to declare full stop after all has been said and done.
So as the nation bleeds, let us shepherd,
As the nation bleeds, let us heal,
As the nation bleeds, let us declare, as God spoke of Israel in Isaiah, Live!
By Luthando Tofu