O Gracious God, hear my cry, my plea, my words of worry.
My soul is troubled and my spirit aches.
The heavens are damaged; the waters are angry.
The air is foul. All of creation groans in pain.
It rains too little, and then too much.
It is too hot, and then too cold, and then even hotter.
The fires burn, the tornadoes multiply, the hurricanes grow larger.
The trees die. The frogs die. The coral dies. The elephants die.
What have we done, O Lord? What havoc have we unleashed?
What can we do? What can our children do? Will they rise up against us?
Speak, O Lord. Speak even the hardest words, and we will heed.
Speak judgment that we surely deserve,
and we will bear the price of our ignorance.
Do not abandon us in silence. Give us a way, a sign, a hope.
We long only for the simplest of life’s givings: daily bread; each other; a world at peace with itself and us.
Speak, O Lord. We long to hear your voice. We long to be your people.
We long to fulfill your justice. We live only by your words.
Speak, O Lord, speak.
Amen.
from Sacred Air
Written by Jack Jezreel
