God of many names and mystery beyond all our naming.
We ache, Dear One.
We are living in pain and unspeakable trauma.
In tragedy that repeats again and again
We ache for peace, for presence.
For the knowledge that you are here,
Here with us.
Here in our darkest days, our empty spaces
Here in trauma and tragedy.
Here amidst twinkling electric lights and shortening days.
We wait to feel you with us.
We reach out our arms into chilled empty air.
For your fingertips to reach ours.
For the moment of warmth, electricity.
To know your mystery, and your common presence.
But we wait more to know peace.
To feel, in our bones, in our deepest selves.
that violence is not our way.
That the absence of peace is not eternal.
That even the darkest tragedies can lead to light again
We reach out our aching arms.
Our aching hearts, and reach You in another human hand.
In another aching human heart.
You are with us in each fingertip, each breath.
In each aching reaching rest.
We reach out to build your kingdom.
Hand by hand.
Heart by heart.
Piece by peace.
Be with us.
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