Rescue us, mighty Deliverer,
from our callousness to the world around us,
from our blind eye turned away from your world,
your people,
your pain.
Save us from dispassionate ears listening (without hearing) to news
of state-sponsored violence and vilification of those who resist,
of calculated numbers that represent
real people in despair,
real people hungry.
Deliver us now before Holy Week comes and we miss the drama
of politics and power beating down love and healing,
money winning over compassion, and finally:
torture sanctioned,
even against God.