The refugee God

(Based in Mt 2: 13-15)

Today I saw God being carried by tired backs.

Tired bodies supported Him.

They were treading through the dry ground that

Nurtured the beads of sweat falling.

And God came crying of hungry and pain.

He was not surrounded by angels, but by mosquitos.

I observed his race and the color of his eyes.

They were not the same as mine.

He was different from me.

He needed, I wanted.

He was surviving, I…

God had his feet dirty with a cruel reality.

His body was injured and vulnerable

Cried help and screamed in silence.

It was a moment of escape from premature death.

Protected by two poor youth

The refugee God was redeeming the hard reality of who lives no where,

But remains carrying in their tired backs

The same hope of that two poor youth

Who protected the Redemeer of the world.

Kakuma- Kenya 28/07/2015