We are grieving, Holy God,
all of the senseless deaths.
Over six million from pandemic alone,
and countless more from famine and economic struggle.
Unexpected ones — preventable ones —
from lack of access to healthcare resources,
and let’s not forget the toll of war.
Because if anything defines “senseless” it is the acts of violence
that citizens face when their leaders choose domination over peace.
We are weary, Holy God.
Because grief compounds grief compounds grief compounds grief,
when we take the time to measure
all that we have lost from all the senseless deaths.
The kids are not okay. The parents are not okay.
The teachers, the nurses, the pastors, the helpers…
we are not okay. We are weary and grieving,
and buried under a hopelessness that
covers us like a funeral shroud.
Meet us in our grief, and help us mourn
so that we use our weary words,
to help us find peace; to helps us find hope,
and to love the world all over again.
Rev. Cathy M. Kolwey is an artist, writer, pastor, and chaplain who works at the intersection of Spirituality and the Arts. She lives and works in Minnesota.
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