This poem, written by Moxie’s most loyal reader, Chili T, kicked off our “Embracing Differences” assemblies last week. In Guatemala, Chili met a woman with life circumstances extremely different from her own who helped remind Chili that our God-given identity surpasses the earthly divisions we create.
Regalos de sus manos
She kneads the masa
with swift, deft rhythms
as meal grinds against flesh
She is an artist, molding clay
She bends and cradles each piece
and the mound softens and warms to her knowing touch
The rhythms of her work have meaning
The dough she’s created and made
from the earth
feeds a family – her own.
She needs the people –
those who inhabit the old photos she shows me:
hermana, amigas, novio, esposo, hijos
and their names:
Alfredo, Wilson, Evaline y Sonya
Her narrations, too, have rhythms
She is a storyteller, sharing the contents of her life –
her love –
with a stranger,
and nourishing me with gifts from her hands.