I've been trying to come up with something useful to say, this week, this month, this season. I thought maybe I'd found some words, inspired by a prayer I was given recently. But as it turns out, there's just nothing to say after this prayer has been said.
And so I offer you the gem of this heartfelt prayer of grief by Ted Lodor, from the amazing book "Guerrillas of Grace: Prayers for the Battle". May you be well.
Sometimes It Just Seems to be Too Much
it just seems to be too much:
too much violence, too much fear;
too much of demands and problems
too much of broken dreams and broken lives;
too much of war and slums and dying
too much of greed and squishy fatness
and the sounds of people
devouring each other
and the earth;
too much of stale routines and quarrels,
unpaid bills and dead ends;
too much of words lobbed in to explode
and leaving shredded hearts and lacerated souls;
too much of turned-away backs and yellow silence,
red rage and the bitter taste of ashes in my mouth.