May this razing
usher in
the rising.
May the exposure
of the evils,
of all sides,
be re-dressed
as a healing.
May the windows of our prayers
move us into the world of vision.
May our grieving,
and the grieving of the world,
come to serve as a blessing.
May the pain
point in the direction
of our balm.
May the breath we each breathe,
in and out,
remind us that we are,
that all of life is,
already saying God’s Holy name.
May “I Am Becoming What I Shall Become”
be the starting point
held within each breath
and may this not-so-raw material
build the new Jerusalem:
construct the Temple of Peace.
