Trevor Wentt - City Of God

The light breaks through the silence of the shadows engulfing my empty bedroom,
As mattress and boxspring sit alone awaiting the truck that will transport them to a new home.
And here I am,
Seated in a posture of reflection,
Remembering the life altering interactions with both text and persons
That these last seven months have produced.
There is so much that is new within me,
Yet so much that is old,
And bronzed,
And cemented into my foundation.
And I cannot help but see how a base was laid for this city
That God has intended to build of me.
As my mother's loving, long-suffering hands have laid a foundation of bedrock,
These months have built upon that.
As floods, and storms, and winds have attempted to dismantle the destiny of this city,
It's clear to me that you are only as secure as your roots.
And as I intend to leverage my life to make dead things alive
And speak wholeness to what's been broken,
I've come to recognize the necessity of a well that is ever deepening,
So that the waters of life within in it may not run dry.
At least for a lifetime.
And so, with self-care and persistence,
Focus and resistance,
I start a new journey with a heart that is dead set
On telling the truth.
Truth.
Both believing truth and speaking it has created so many whirlwinds in this season.
Lady wisdom once told me that truth is divisive,
And within my own heart, truth has divided me from parasites
That I had grown accustomed to
And believed were bringing life in.
And it has shown me
Love must be tested and aged or it's just infatuation.
Truth has broken my heart through exposed bigotry
Through those in solidarity with oppressors.
Truth has shown me
The demons of power and Napoleon complexes
And how they conform persons to punching bags.
Truth has shown me
That forgiveness does not always mean restoration.
And restoration is not a momentary instance,
But a process
Truth has shown me
That there are some who don't share my physical characteristics
But will stand by me, united,
And take every beating that I do.
Truth has shown me
That you cannot heal without acknowledgement of the locations of your wounds.
And truth has shown me,
That as I was crumbling into shards of broken glass,
That I could take fragments and create a mirror of reflection of perfect personhood.
So, as this journey begins,
It will be consecrated in truth.
That no matter what opposition approaches
Or grizzly-esque threat stands tall in intimidation,
I will not waver.
And I will not be silent.
And with firm foundation,
This city will be built as a refuge for the oppressed
And as a sending place for prophets.
And as the return to this city fades like shadows in the night,
I see that darkrooms bring likenesses to life.
And I am being refined
And developed.
And I will speak.
Truth will speak.

Written by:
Trevor Wentt

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