The Heart Beneath the City
A poem of Medellín – by Elina Harbeson
From my spot atop the building,
which for seven weeks I call my home,
I see the city I have begun to roam.
The beauty around is thrilling.
The rolling mountains are far from monochrome
blanketed all over with lush green plants
and sprinkled with red-brick houses and cars as small as ants.
A towering steeple sits above it all like a king on a throne.
The billowing clouds in the sky join heaven’s dance,
while the streets are full of honks, shouts, and engines purring like a kitty.
I am sure there aren’t many places quite as pretty.
But besides the sights and sounds that could put you in a trance…
There is also a heart beneath the city,
a truth that couldn’t be captured with screens,
broken and bruised but still beating with light pouring through the seams
and God’s plan is underway to restore heavenly unity.
As always, Satan plans his own schemes
to keep God’s children stuck in darkness and addiction
luring them with peace through drugs though in the end it is fiction.
But the Lord does not forsake His children and He hears their feeble screams.
He is rising up bold people here to share His heavenly vision
and daily weaving His light throughout the streets.
God’s presence has been in this place long before our little human feet
but what a blessing it is to see and participate in these joyful spiritual collisions.
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