palm sunday: psalms 120 & 121.

It is easy these days
To see all the destruction
That we invoke upon each other

It is as immediate as
Our hands and eyes and as
Distant as the other side of the world

It is hard these days
To mourn because we have accepted
The news that all this is normal

We have traded outcry for outrage,
Love for empty points of light,
Peace for the thrill of destruction

I am for peace
But when I speak
They are for war

Save us, we shout towards a God
Who is higher than the hills
Who lives beyond the sun and moon

And yet as near as the roads we walk on
Who holds our hands while we travel
And as we come back home

Our help comes from the Lord
Who will not let our feet slip
Or our world be destroyed by our folly


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