We are hurting, O my God, how we are hurting!
See there: the mother mourning, the women protesting,
the lives torn apart by war, the man facing his own death;
the rage that consumes us and the conveniences we consume;
the fears that send us to our guns, the deaths we condone in
the name of security; the words that we hurl in hatred and
the silences we keep in willful ignorance. O my God,
O my God, even now, can you find mercy for us?

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