Sometimes It Just Seems to Be Too Much
A prayer by Ted Loder
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.
Sometimes the very air seems scorched
by threats and rejection and decay
until there is nothing
but to inhale pain
and exhale confusion.
Too much of darkness, Lord,
Too much of cruelty
and indifference. . .
Too much, Lord,
Or is it too little,
too little of compassion,
too little of courage,
too little of music
make of me some nourishment
for these starved times,
some food for my brothers and sisters
who are hungry for gladness and hope,
that, being bread for them,
I may also be fed
and be full.
Guerrillas of Grace Prayers for the Battle copyright 1981 Ted Loder Posted by permission of Augsburg Fortress. No further posting or transmission is allowed without the written permission of the publisher.
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