Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Tuesday Prayer for 9-3-13: Searing




Dear God;

There are images I
can
not
get out of my head:

these cocoons
shrouded in white
in an endless line...

some are heartbreakingly small
some faces tinged blue
same faces forever afraid

these cocoons
shrouded in white
in an endless line...

again

This is what always happens when
Missiles are launched or
Food is denied or
Plague comes or
Bullets fly or
Bombs explode or
(                         or)

these cocoons
shrouded in white
in an endless line...

As these things go,
as they always seem to go,
as there is a response to the outrage
(that will create outrage)
after the missiles fly
we
see
pictures
of

these cocoons
shrouded in white
in an endless line...

We do not end it
By adding to it but...
We do not know how to end it
Or we refuse to, at least.
The arch of the fist is already in motion.
It has momentum.
It has momentum.

(The other night I had a dream or
maybe it was just a vision of
these cocoons
shrouded in white
in an endless line...
As the sun warmed them
one of them began to move
and the shroud began to rip
and I was afraid
until this child, this beautiful child,
stood up,
wiped her eyes like in the morning and
stretched her arms back like new wings
and laughed with death fracturing joy and
as she did
these cocoons
shrouded in white
in an endless line...
Shuddered.

The sky was torn open by the sound of
death shrouds
ripping and
death fracturing laughter made the earth rumble
and waken those long buried.

And we joined them, we all joined them,
and empires melted
and dictators relented
and hunger was forgotten
and the missiles turned to dust
and plague was healed
and the gas dissipated
and the guns were put in the graves of the once buried

There was laughter everywhere
There was laughter everywhere
There was laughter everywhere)

Amen.