Hear Us

God of old women praying forever
fingers bent over quilts,
Hear us.
God of tired immigrants carrying trunks,
looking for the promised land
Hear us.
God of smooth-faced children
opening door after door into tomorrow
Hear us.
God of weary warriors, who want to go home
wondering who is friend and who is enemy
Hear us.

Hear us.
Hear our sighs too deep for words.
Hear our cries for justice.
Give us what we do not know we need.
Tell us our names.
Hold us.

Hear us.

~ Diane Roth (used with permission)