CW: Gun Violence, Racism
God,
I am praying for the young adults, the teens, the kids
who take the wrong turns
Sweet Resurrected Jesus
You and I know, that I have no sense of direction–
How many times have I been
lost and alone in the car
Making my way across the country
(Pre-cell phone directions even)
–Luckily I am a white girl
But the shooting mere miles from my house
In upstate NY
proves that
it’s the guns
the guns
the guns.
And Lord save all the Black Boys, The beloved
Beautiful, made in your image
Black Brothers
My soul keens for them
God, you hung up your weapon,
your bow, your version of a gun
in the sky–way before Jesus
In the time of Noah–so that every single time we see it
We might, maybe possibly remember
That you are a Disarmed God
A Weaponless God
A God who refuses to Destroy anymore
A God of Peace
And when we refused to believe it
You sent your Son
What-His-Name
The Prince of Peace
Down to Earth
You don’t bring the Weapons
I’ll bring the Revolution
“Drop your swords” He says
When he is being arrested–
By the Empire no less
“And I’ll heal your ears, so you can hear
my words of peace”
And when you were resurrect Jesus
Among the huddled and fearful disciples
Did they raise arms against you
in “defense” and fright
(Its a question I don’t want to think about)
You replied to the fervor of frightened humans
“Peace be with you”
When we are lost
or feel invaded
or scared
or alone
“Peace be with you”
Disarm yourselves
God demonstrated
coaxes
whispers
If you really trust God,
I promise, you won’t need any guns
the end of the world won’t be with a bang
It will be with the whisper
“Peace be with you”
I’m still praying for the kin(g)dom
come
Peace be with you
Amen.
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