For
Nepal, her mothers and fathers,
her siblings
and babies, the bodies
suffocated
by debris,
all the
families who wait and wail,
hoping
against hope,
digging
against the clock,
praying
against rock;
Lord,
have mercy!
For
Baltimore, raging against the pain,
sinking
into mutual inhumanity,
burning
hope like chaff,
scrambling
into confusion,
psalming
into the chaos
for all
they're worth,
disbelieving
it will be enough;
Lord,
have mercy!
For all
whose tortured circumstances
merit no
news coverage,
whose
pain goes unnoticed
or
unreported or even excused,
whose
rudderless circumstances
create
daily panic attacks
and
breathless anxiety;
Lord,
have mercy!
For us,
when we get so caught up
in our
own little dramas
that we
fail to see the fear
in
others' eyes, cannot hear
the pain
in others' voices, and gloss
over our
neighbor's trauma;
Lord,
have mercy!
© 2015
Todd Jenkins
Oh that last stanza. Lord, have mercy.
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