A poem a day for 2015 - for day 141 - Hallelujah

For every hallelujah
A fist is raised in the air
Like give me some freedom
Keep this dog off my back
Let me breathe

Hallelujah
Prayers are tied in the balled up fingers like
Lord, I can't hold this no more
Lord, carry this burden
There are tears tired of the struggle
Struggle of being colored
And poor
And woman
And underpaid
And profiled
Struggle of not fitting in or out of the margins

Every hallelujah holds
The hot still breath of mamas and papas
Waiting for boys and girls
To come home
Come home
Come home
Be alive and well
Jesus be a fence around our babies

Every hallelujah holds
A praise for how we got over
How our souls look back and wonder

Hallelujahs say thank You, praise You, bless Your name
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah holds a promise to hang on a little longer
Hallelujah holds hope
Holds questions
So many questions
To a God big enough for our questions
For now questions
For later questions
Oh Lord questions

A hallelujah wonders
A hallelujah knows
A hallelujah has been through something
What does your hallelujah hold
Are you weary
Are you waiting
Are you wailing
Are you praising
Are you ready
Ready for conversations
Ready for results
Ready for blessings to rain
Ready for a fight
Ready for dreams to come true
For tears to stop flowing
For the living to be easy

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah anyhow
For your hallelujah
And mine