But when I search my throat for answers, no words appear. Just images:
A city divided by steel. Our humanity divided along with it.
Heads bowed in unison, mouths breathing words of gratitude.
The limp of swollen feet, damage only the Sonora desert can do.
Pictures of time here swim alongside so many stories. I leave you only with what my camera could capture.
Brenda shared the "Fronteras: Cicatrizes en la Tierra" photograph with me the first time she volunteered. I'll never forgot it. Still hits me like a rock. I hope to join you two someday in healing those scars.
ReplyDelete-Steph