When our world reels with tragedy
and we feel so connected to mankind
that is a time we are in need of prayer —
to make our meager offerings of concern
to the mysterious LORD OF ALL
in behalf of those whose lives
are devastated by hatred’s power.


We fear less about our own safety
than we do the shape of
our 21st century world.


Having gained so much in knowledge
our wisdom falters
in the wake of tragedy after tragedy.


Most of us now old remember a place
far less frightening than the one
we now occupy. Whether or not
it was better, who really knows?
But we grieve and try to comprehend
where we all are now
and there may be some who understand
but I don’t.


Maybe beyond the grave
it will all be clarified.

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