With tears streaming down our faces we say “how much more tragedy can we bare?”
“How many more shall come our way?”
We have seen human carnage in succession, our trauma deepens day by day as a sore that cannot heal.
Walking the streets, fulfilling our mission, we are targets for a terrorist’s ambition in what he calls his religious tradition.
Who can we trust?
Our burnt tower stands as a stark monument to inequality and a mark of injustice.
Burnt ’cause authority heads deemed trustworthy ignored poor residents complaints of safety hazards in their stead.
Their voices treated as mere clanging cymbals until now when there are injured and some are dead.
Where can we turn!
Even homes we call safe go up in flames faster than lightening strikes.
When? we cannot even tell. It is what the vulnerable calls frightening.
Beyond our British Isles our wails can be heard, but can escape come from yonder if not from within ?
Our hearts are broken daily, the shattering sound and scattered pieces spell tragedy.
Across the seas our tears are seen, but even if they turn to blood what can the foreigner do, if no help is found in our land ?
There is only one we can trust, who hears and sees. He is “our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble” (1). Futile is life without Him.
One who saves and raises His voice saying “enough is enough”. One who can melt hearts of steel and open blind eyes to fight for our cause.
It is to Adonai we yield, to God we kneel and by His Spirit, we raise our voice and wail.He is our only hope and salvation.
Quote (1) Psalm 46:1
7Shew us thy mercy, O LORD, and grant us thy salvation.
8I will hear what God the LORD will speak: for he will speak peace unto his people, and to his saints: but let them not turn again to folly.
9surely his salvation [is] nigh them that fear him; that glory may dwell in our land;