October 11, 2021

A psalm of unknowing by Brian Bantum (October 6 Christian Century)

God, enemies surround the gates. Men come for us with paper blades and malice, calling it care and love of life.  Every day we are reminded of what we could change.  But those who have power will not.  
We cry out to you, oh God.

Fires surround us. Even the air stings and chokes.  The waters rise without ceasing, or our land is parched.  We are trapped in homes, factories, in debt while the rich build homes for their pets.  
We cry out to you, oh God.

We know there is an end, but we cannot discern it through screens.  We know you are there, but we cannot feel your smile that sits behind a mask.  So we wake, we work, we hope.  
We cry out to you, oh God.