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Please Pass the Pray

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Please Pass the Pray

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Welcome home the victims

Heal the victims here

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Quick prayer for those who died

And those who are wounded

And still here

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Something in the house

Or in the car

Aloud or silently

It counts

The most basic ask of intercession

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Like asking God

Be with whoever’s involved

In that emergency

Who are these people?

Someone knows

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What is needed by way of comfort

Or of sutures

Or of passage?

Someone knows

We don’t know

Maybe we don’t have to

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Prayer is involvement

Even anonymous

That works

We may not know the outcomes

That is faith

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In Kabul

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In Kabul

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Nine hundred twenty dead

Early counting

Now over a thousand

In Kabul

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The Taliban has asked

With urgency

For aid

The people in the city

Are receiving help

From local sources

People, groups

And from outside Afghanistan

Organizations

Other nations

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So many dead

The faithful will mourn

Accept

The will of God

While they mourn

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KABUL, Afghanistan (AP) — A powerful earthquake struck a rural, mountainous region of eastern Afghanistan early Wednesday, killing at least 920 people and injuring 600 others in the deadliest temblor…Read More

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Kabul, Afghanistan

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Unseen

“Nothing mattered now.”

After Aslan is slain in

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

by C. S. Lewis

 

Unseen

 

Christ is dead

Not now but long ago

 

And on the full day in between

(Counting days on calendars)

When the body lay in Joseph’s

Tomb, the movement sleeps

As well

 

Nightmares of capture

And, worse, hopelessness

It is a time for cynical

Reasoning among the

Followers

Burying the Unknown Dead

Burying the Unknown Dead

A ministry, non-sectarian, in
Boston

Students from a private
School—senior-students
From a private school

Attend to one, an unknown
Man, somewhere with a
Name but no one to claim
And care for his mortal
Remains

“But today we are his family,
We are here as his sons . . .”

Pallbearers, recitations of
Free and liturgical verse—
These youth provide all

To bear the body and,
Finally, kindly lay with
Loving intention into the
City’s yard and ground

In Boston, it’s a frozen
Day, yet there is some light

Because hope of all kinds
And times and mortal or
Immortal prophecies—

Hope blazes here

(reported at npr.org for
25 January, “Today We
Are . . .” by Arun Rath)

Microcosmic Murder

Microcosmic Murder

A country in West Africa
In a city there, al-Qaeda
Attacked and killed

A UN microcosm:
Twenty-seven dead from
Eighteen nationalities, five

Times the number
Injured, thirty and more
Hostages now freed

I don’t know how much
Longer I can track (or truck)
Adding to the list

Or if, in the world’s swell
Against, I will more simply
Merge my interest with

The quiet dead and the
Outraged living, awaiting an
End of unnamed campaigns

Ciara

Ciara

From the news, I wanted to get
The hometown right
Of the murdered girl

The search yielded a
Thoughtful, pretty image
Of the twelve-year-old

I’ll take it down, but for now
I fear to remove her from the
Screen—

As if saying good-bye
This way

Will make death, already decided,
Somehow more deeply

Done

Two Hundred Fifty Dead

Two Hundred Fifty Dead

two hundred fifty dead in Chennai
a rounded number while the
counting of the dead goes on

rains and flood that’s what did
it now hopefully not so much
because of human design in
placing buildings and the populace

Chennai so you know is a city
of the world not that that should
matter for the death of one
native inhabitant anywhere is

a loss that makes a difference I
know you know this

but international technology
companies have invested in
Chennai with their presence their
companies are closed there now

worst killing flood in a century it’s
said and the rain keeps falling there

the part of all that’s drowned and
so given up which might be of natural
design has me wonder about a

fallen world did everything fall
that was created first would even
storms and floods that for now
cut off life would they run true and

right if renewed into the first and
given state makes me wonder if
free will then was worth the cost

sometimes I wonder this at other
times I don’t question for I know

that a fallen world is not worth the
cost of discretion and of choice

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