God, be a garden
where despair and outrage
are planted deep within your consciousness
warmed by your grace and indignation
until a new root grabs hold and
a new bloom bursts forth:
peace.

God, be a garden
where tears and fatigue
pour like streams into the soil
and water the dreams of prophets
until hope and restoration
thrive like weeds, and
there is peace.

God, be a garden
where liberty and release
are richly fertilized and holy anointed
where your justice and our joy
are no longer dormant
where your glory
is peace.

Isaiah 61:1-11