To the depths of Sheol,
hear earth’s cry for wars to cease
and bloodshed to be atoned.
Let your holy sign bloom lavishly
with every bud breaking ground this spring.
As high as heaven, O God,
witness your people’s tears outpouring
and their feet dragging in weariness.
Let your holy sign shine daily
with every sunrise proclaiming hope.
Through the diversity of all creation,
feel the bodily laughter and the heat of sweat
bringing expression to the life you’ve given.
Let your holy sign be embodied
by the flesh of your people with lovingkindness.
on Isaiah 7:11