Diocesan Convention 2018: Hearing the Silent Voice

Diocesan Convention 2018: Hearing the Silent Voice

At our Diocesan Convention, the Rev. Deacon Senitila McKinley of St. Luke’s, Waldport rocked the house with a point of personal privilege. She started with a poem she’d written (below) and ended with an impassioned and tearful plea, speaking uncomfortable truths regarding homelessness and the things we do to make us feel better, rather than the things we could be doing to solve the the systemic problems of wage inequality, food distribution, gluttonous housing.

The Silent Voice

Can you please tell me
What does it feels like
To know where you are going to sleep, tonight with your children. To have bed with blankets and pillows that does not smell?
Tell me please
What does it feel like
To have food enough and a stove to cook on.
And not know the meaning of hunger?

Please tell me
What does it feel like
To shower before going to school
To have clean clothes and shoes that fit.
To smell not of old food, cigarettes and mold And not wear the same socks for days? Remind me again
What does it feel like
To have parents to share with
To laugh and argue with at the end of the day When they tell you to go to bed?

Tell me again
For I have forgotten, what it feels like
To have a clean body wrapped in a big towel,
To smell fresh cooked food,
Not the leftover that keep me alive.
Do not tell me again not to lose hope
For hope is all I have, and prayer
Hope that will wake up with a bus ticket to get there Prayer for the one I will need to come back.

Senitila McKinley
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