Waiting

For those who die in the raging war of injustice,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who kneel in protest and in despair,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who dream and those who are haunted,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those fighting fires on land or in relationships,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who are weary, for those hiding pain,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who idolize success and worship wealth,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who know no words that are not falsehoods,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who are never satisfied and never humbled,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who cannot rouse to the call of joy,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those whose cheeks are streaked with mourning,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

For those who feel lost, for those who need forgiveness,
O merciful God, hear our cries & our prayers.

O merciful God, Lover of all life and Peace to all people,
hear our cries & our prayers as we wait for you.

Amen.

cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals

Fourfold

David’s anger erupted when he heard the tale, “As the LORD lives,” he swore to Nathan, “the rich man who took his poor neighbor’s only lamb should die; he must restore the lamb fourfold because of what he did.” (2 Samuel 12:5-6)

David sinned against Uriah,
and Bathsheba suffered —
the assault on her body, the
humiliation of their marriage,
the death of a child. Tell me, O Just One:
when will Bathsheba’s loss be restored fourfold?

People sin against one another,
and those at the borders suffer —
the strain of codeswitching to navigate
safe passage, the walls of spirit and nation
that insult wayfarers and refugees, the death
of separation and criminalization. Tell me, O Just One,
when will the border-crossers and the marginalized be restored fourfold?

Fourfold — not forgiveness.
Fourfold — not fragile tears.
Fourfold — not false apologies.
Fourfold — not food that perishes.
Fourfold — not gaslighting reversals.

Fourfold.

Where, O Just One,
is the brick to rebuild the bulldozed home,
the insurance to sustain healing after trauma,
the sacrificed wealth to invest in polluted communities?
Where, O Just One,
is the king who surrenders his throne,
the rich man who gives up his bank account,
the suburb that gives up its segregated school district?

Must those who have been harmed
by the sin and selfishness of others
be content to beg heaven for manna?

Fourfold, O Just One.
Even David in his sin measured justice to be fourfold.
Will you bring about any less?

a prayer on this Sunday’s RCL texts;
cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals