The Boston marathon bombing of April 15th weighs heavily in and around the spaces I inhabit. Senseless acts of terror have no place in this world. Hate’s fate is worse than a cancer consuming all that is good and bright, and filling the void with blackness and doubt. I need a prayer today to give me some clarity.
Pray for me. I know not who I am. I am loss.
Pray for me. I know not my purpose. I am empathy.
Pray for me. I know not how to use my hands. I am crippled.
Pray for me. I know not which path to choose. I am doubt.
Pray for me. I know not how to speak. I am apathy.
Pray for me. I know not how to help. I am humility.
Pray for me. I know not how to control myself. I am anger.
Pray for me. I know not what is right. I am forgiveness.
Pray for me. I know too much and not enough. I am God.
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