Sadly, prayers of lament can be used more than once. I reworked this lament in the wake of yesterday’s nightmare in Boston:
Don’t ask the crocus, “Where is God?”
as though the crocus can respond to
our cries echoing over the flower beds.
The purple blooms have done their best
to disguise the traces of our bitter violence;
it is not their job to soothe our seething conscience.
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