And God Wept: A Prayer
O Lord, surely,
surely you must weep,
weep for our nation,
weep for us.
A knee on a neck
and another black man dead
(and guess who
the knee belonged to?),
righteous rage erupting,
yet protestors peacefully protesting,
and for a moment,
hope,
the hope that at last
the call for justice,
the call for change,
the call for
an end to the never-ending story
would be heard,
the pain
would be heard,
then buildings burning,
looters looting,
rioters rioting,
and whatever good that was done,
undone,
the prejudiced
more prejudiced than ever,
the divide that divides us
deeper still
the divide that will destroy us,
the divide that will be our damnation.
O Lord, surely you must weep!
For we have built
a madhouse
of a culture
in which
truth no longer matters,
character no longer matters
respect no longer matters,
justice is simply a word in a pledge
that no longer matters,
and you no longer matter to so many
and now
we are reaping
the consequences –
race tearing us apart,
the coronavirus politicized,
even mask-wearers ridiculed,
no one
calling us to better belief,
better behavior,
better selves.
O Lord, do not abandon us to the lunacy we call normal
for surely
we shall die!
Raise up
leaders at all levels who take responsibility and
lead,
heal,
unite,
serve justice,
bring peace.
And raise up
within us
the courage to be your people
and take responsibility and
lead,
heal,
unite,
serve justice,
bring peace
wherever we can,
people who follow your way
in a land that has lost its way,
people who cry out against violence
in a culture that glorifies violence,
people who listen for and hear
the word you have spoken
again and again and again
in the midst
of the coronavirus crisis
and speak now,
the word calling us to come together
across all
the divisions and suspicions and prejudices,
to come together
as individuals,
communities,
states, nations, and a world,
to come together
to find solutions
to the diseases that plague us
and to the hatreds
that disease us,
because
only together
will we survive.
O Lord, surely we should weep,
weep because of all we still do to one another
in this land,
weep for ourselves,
and the children
and their children after them.
And weep too for those
who continue to die of the coronavirus
and those who mourn,
and those struggling to find work and fear
for their families.
O Lord, keep loving and judging and forgiving
and judging
and loving us
until
we give you reason
to weep no more,
and we
have every reason
to rejoice
because at last
healing comes,
peace descends,
hope abounds,
and justice
rolls down
like waters,
and righteousness
like an ever-flowing stream.
Amen.