Lord, where is hope?

I am haunted by the pictures,

of children,

broken bodies,

stumps where legs have been,

—

Lord where is hope?

I am haunted by the bombs,

shootings and drones.

How can they aim them at

human beings?

—

Lord where is hope?

I am haunted by the parents

on Bluesky asking for help

to feed their children, find a way out

and still the world stands by.

—

Lord where is hope?

I am haunted by the emaciated,

by those lives seeing no good,

dirty water to drink,

children working to buy food.

—

Lord where is hope?

I am haunted by groping men,

ruining the lives of little ones.

Where are the millstones

to wear around their necks?

—

Lord, where is hope?

I am haunted by a cross,

in a desert place,

a killing that took your son,

a murder of the innocent.

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Lord there is hope?

Let me be haunted by an

empty tomb, and visions

of you eating bony fish

cooking breakfast on the beach.

—

Let me know that you are there,

holding the hands of the victims,

seeking peace in the impossible,

remonstrating with the powerful,

who refuse to listen.

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Let me know that you are touching my heart

so that I will do what I can 

to provide for the hungry,

give my time to prayer,

be willing to be out there..