Inspired by Psalm 137
Dear God:
Sometimes it wells up…
Tears and bitterness and
Pain. Pain that wishes for more
Pain but not of my own; other’s pain.
My jaw clenches and my shoulders
Ache and my hands become fists as
I feel something threatening to
Flood over me that
Threatens to
Flood the world.
And you understand floods…
Save us all from these floods...
Amen.
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