Last week in Writing to Wake Up, a topic proposed was: “Write a letter to someone (in)famous in history, someone really dastardly, or someone really inspiring.”
Dear Monseñor
You were right
You were/are resurrected in the Salvadoran people
The government and the 14 families didn’t get that
They thought the assassins they hire to maintain stability
Could take out you & Nacho & Rutilio & countless others
Kill them
And they will be silenced
But Monseñor you live on
Throughout Latin America
And get this–
You want to hear a real miracle?
There’s even resurrection
In the United States of Aggression
Oops, I mean the United States of Amnesia
The amnesia being the facilitator
Of the aggression needed
To maintain the transcendent stability of injustice for the benefit of the few
Even here!
I can testify from my own experience Sunday night at Josh and Laura’s
That even norteamericanas
Have been resurrected
Even here
In the land of coca-wash
I mean Lindsey and Maria
They were embraced by
The people that survived the 70s & 80s & 90s
These people who embody your spirit which means
Speaking the truth
Walking with the wounded
Opening face to face with the vulnerable
Believing that things can change by the power of love
After so much misery these Salvadorans
Beamed out lightlove from their eyes & ears & hands
It woke up Lindsey and Maria
Bam! Their eyes & hearts wide open
To the truth of oppression
To the truth of community
To the truth of stories shared that makes it a little easier
To the truth that they’re so lovable
To the realidad of love
Day in and day out
In situations that batter the heart
Maria & Lindsey testified to what happened to them
(Or like Rev. Thurman said
The world needs people who have come fully alive)
Lindsey and Maria were clued in big -time
Waking up & resurrection
Are possible
In the here and now
You’d be smiling, Monseñor
To see these resurrected compañeras in el Norte
Hermanas
To the people you loved at the risk of your life
