I don’t know about you but injustice moves me.
When I see or hear about injustice, I can feel it bubbling up within me.
I want to shout and say this is not how it should be!
I want to shout and say how could this happen?
I am physically and emotionally moved by injustice.
I wonder sometimes who is there?
I wonder who can I speak to about injustice?
I wonder if my voice would be heard?
I wonder if anyone would notice?
I wonder is anyone would pay attention?
I wonder If anyone is listening?
Then I hear his still quite voice that says- speak up, speak up.
I hear speak up for those that cannot speak for themselves for those who don’t have a voice.
The whisper becomes a shout!
The whisper becomes my mandate.
I hear this clearly and I am compelled by this, I am convicted by this.
I hear this and I know that this is what I have to do.
I hear this and know that this is my purpose.
Even if my voice feels unsteady, even if I shake, even if I feel completely out of my depths, I will speak up.
I don’t ever want my heart to be hard that I would not be moved by injustice.
Injustice moves her.
Yes, it does.