I give thanks for the rescue
of kidnapped girls of Nigeria
and woman and children and boys.
I think not of sheep,
but of the story of the lost coin –
because they are precious.
I give thanks for all who remember,
when it is not headline news,
for they are lamplighters.
I give thanks for those
who, poorly armed and out-numbered,
seek through the Sambisa Forest,
for they are the angels.
I ask — whose face is on this coin?
And I will keep asking.
I pray that, while the Chibok girls
are still missing,
while so many are still missing –
we have hearts like brooms,
hearts like brooms that don’t grow weary.