(On Pentecost – for the Generations of Slaughtered and Oppressed)
You shouldn’t have to shout to be heard.
I will be quiet.
You shouldn’t have to speak time after time after time.
I will be your voice when you want to rest.
You shouldn’t have to state the obvious that your life matters.
And that it is in danger.
You shouldn’t have to say, “I forgive you,” to those of us
trying to do better.
You shouldn’t have to endure.
You’ve already pointed the way.
Thank you.
God of unchanging love, kindle in me the willingness
To be disrupted, the energy and courage to act, the grace
To make mistake after mistake after mistake
So others may know peace.
God of comfort and God of disturbance, make me worthy
Of my pretty words.
This is so beautifully written & perfectly peaceful.