My New Years Prayer.

When will the death we deal in the hands, lips, and hearts of one another finally arrest our souls and we cry for you?

When will the lies we whisper eat us away and our ears are healed with your salve?

When will the medicine come for our milky eyes?

When will You crush the wicked? Or should we pray for them that scandalous grace that would prove us to me monster's likewise? On that day will we spend even a moment to cry for them? Burning in their separation from you?

When will the scabs fall off our daughters foreheads? And our sons beat the missiles into cattlegoads, and tanks into tractors?

Should we eat scrolls? Lie on our sides for days? Build water logged sacrifices? Send that angel with the altar coal! Please!

We have your yoke. Spoken to the blind, adulterous, greedy, damaged and numb. Much like us they were.

We, the broken and poor children of God await your revealing. Make your spirit enough! Dayeinu Abba! Dayeinu!

What else can we do but bear each others burdens? What else can we do but pray? And were else could we go?

For

You

have

the

words

of LIFE.