May we dismantle the war economy; planting trees instead.
May we learn wisdom and justice.
May we stop the bombing and bleeding of others.
May we love people in all their variety.
May we stop assailing children.
May we be found among the clean of heart.
May the skies be cleared of smoke and flame.
May we detect the face of God on the other sides of borders.
May we betray no one.
May our support of others be sincere and enduring.
May our worst possibilities never materialize.
May we bring light out of shadow.
May the endless sins against others be forgiven.
May we learn again good from evil.
May we preserve ourselves from nuclear self-destruction.
Mother,
advocate for us a new Pentecost—
no gentle breeze,
but a fiery,
empowering wind of sanity,
a new resolve to tend the lush garden;
to lift the weak ones to their feet.
Father Stephen Morris
