We hear the news in anguish to know what has been done, the cameras and recordists show hatred being spun, the sound of rockets falling fill broadcasts round the earth, Great God, what are we doing while children come to birth?
Our aspirations shudder, our hopes become as dust, through war machines are broken, dismembered, turned to rust. Our conversations stutter, our talks of peace – hot air, Great God, may acts of justice grow from the seeds of prayer.
No place is ever neutral when hatred fuels the fire, humanity unites us, let love be our desire. Join hands across the barriers that other hands have made, until your world is mended and violence has been stayed.