February 2–8 ❘ God Weeps
God Weeps
Parent of all parents,
for whom there is no end
to posterity, is your grief
also eternal?
Your tears once rushed
like flood from heaven,
all earth swept by swells
as you stretched wide to rending.
I have seen my own child suffer
and have refused to be comforted,
as if to accept peace
meant to abandon hope.
Teach me how to mourn
and not drown. Show me
a promised land. Help me hear
joy singing faintly in the distance.
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