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.
Scrapes the sins of my fellows from my flesh.
The weight of the world oppresses me.
The ghosts of the innocents howl at me so
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, they cry, and they plead: Why?
And I cannot answer them;
Their faces of horror
At what has been done to them;
The murders of these innocents.
I fear that You, Lord, are a granite slab
and not a Living God.
But who am I to say;
I, who, cannot even sleep.