Thursday, October 21, 2010

TOO MUCH


I found this penetrating prayer poem of Ted Loder this morning. I must have overlooked it in my frequent plundering of Guerrillas of Grace over the past 15 years.

Sometimes, Lord,
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…

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 selfishness
and indifference...

Too much, Lord,
too much,
too bloody,
bruising,
brain-washing much.

Or is it too little,
too little of compassion,
too little of courage,
of daring,
of persistence,
of sacrifice;
too little of music
and laughter
and celebration?

O God,
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.

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