Riffing on Psalm 46:
Come, O Lord: The earth is shaken, mountains falling to their knees. All we thought we knew is breaking with the raging of the seas. Be our refuge and our shelter; be our help in troubled days. Let the earth be still your dwelling, through the bloody wars we wage. See, O Lord, how we hold nothing: Only you can fill that void. In our need, we fight for somethings until everything's destroyed. Look on us, the weak and thirsty; see us wounded, hungry ones aching for the taste of mercy, yearning 'til your kingdom comes. Speak, O Lord: Your word is power. Break the bow and bend the spear. Turn the bloodied swords to plowshares with the whisper of “Be still!” Turn our battlefields to gardens; turn our famines into feasts. Come at last to reap your harvest with the implements of peace.
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Kate Bluett 