RESTORE-In Memory Of Eric Garner


When this world is cold, cruel and broken

When your voice is a whisper and your presence distant

When my mind and soul are flooded with doubt and fear


my heart with the Rivers of Love you alone create for me


my weary spirit that has been wounded so deep that only you can heal


my joy so that I can once again look deep into the eyes of tomorrow’s promises

believing even still that there are more



and Futures.

(In Memory of Eric Garner)

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