With eyes closed,
Hands clasped, and
On bended knee
It rushes over me...
The pain of others
Reaching out
For love and
Forgiveness.
How am I able
To make them stable
In faith and in hope?
When it occurs to me...
I have nothing to offer,
Except, perhaps
Love and love and love for you
My prayer, too?
They need more!
Than my meager words
And simple actions.
For I am nothing.
Without your mercy
Without your love
Without you as a gift
Nothing will release them from the rift...
That they created
In their past,
And is present in their present,
Standing in the way of their future with You.
You are the One
Who knew them before time.
You are the One Who walked the Earth
Knowing what it is to live in these bones.
Share with them
Your Body.
Give them, I beg,
Your Blood.
Enliven them
With the Holy Spirit.
Call them by name,
To come to you without restrain.
Next time I stare at the rain,
I won't just feel their pain.
I will find their beating hearts
Transfigured.
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