Dear God,
we cry, dear Lord,
how much blood can humanity shed
before we become something other
than the body that you formed
and the spirit that you breathed
and the image that you called
very good?

My Christ,
can we lay down our weapons
and crawl beneath your Cross,
weep and water the ground there,
turn it to mud with our repentance?

Dear One,
we need to be created anew,
to be reformed by your brooding
over us; we need you to patch up
our clay, renew your right Spirit
within us to stop the bleeding.

My Lord, have mercy