a prayer for the oppressed …
Each week The Sunday Whirl invites writers to write a poem or short prose using some or all of the “Wordle’s” 12 words. This week it is:
Lord’s Plea (A Psalm)
Empty me out, now, O Lord!
Clear my table before you.
Scrape the sins of my fellows from my flesh.
The weight of the world oppresses me.
The ghosts of innocents howl at me
such that I do not sleep at night.
My bed is stained with their names.
Their cries suffuse my veins:
the poor, the downtrodden, the young;
the millions through the millennia.
They circle me.
They whisper, cry, and plead: Why?
And I cannot answer them;
their faces of horror
at what has been done to them;
the murders of innocents.
I fear You, Lord, are a granite slab
and not a Living God.
But who am I to say;
I, who, cannot even sleep.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Randy, this is very powerful and heartfelt. It brought to mind the Christians (and others) recently killed by ISIS and the terrorism that’s much too prevalent now.
janet
for me, terrorism all throughout the ages – and howmuch we, the avrage person, just wants to “live” .
Beautifully profound prayer and so apt for the world in which we find ourselves,
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2015/03/01/mythopoesis/
yes, I pray it in some form or other every day. Randy
Wow
That’s what I say, too.
Randy
Such a powerful lament .. in the true style of a psalm that David could have written …
Thank you.
I think David wrote it, i was just a channel…
Randy
lol … cool!
If god exists why indeed do these terrible things happen – although perhaps s/he exists in the people that recognise these wrongs..
I don’t know why God allows terribly things to happen except God created sunlight, and that shines both on the good and the bad.
So, go figure.
Randy