For the blind, who say they see.
For the ones who ignore the pain of others
For the ones who justify their violence
For the ones who ignore injuries done on their behalf.
For the ones who qualify their violence—“it could be worse”
For those who are worse.
For the ones who circle the wagons and protect their own
Forgive them, Lord.
They scare me, Lord because I see myself in all of them.
Forgive me, Lord.
For those whose hunger and thirst for justice shine like stars in the rubble.
For those whose love for others is unshakeable as mountains.
For those who mourn without hope.
For those who mourn with hope beyond hope.
Forgive them, Lord. Forgive us our hope.
For the way between to appear, and the courage to follow it.