I’m taking my cue from the book of Lamentations and writing my own broken-hearted prayer:
Our cities are a mess, Lord.
– Empty sidewalks.
– Boarded businesses.
Marked by desolation and destruction.
People are a mess, Lord.
– Huddled at home.
– Fearing the future.
Short on patience and purpose.
We’ve lost our way, Lord.
– Sheltering in place.
– Following the crowd.
Greedy and grieving.
We’ve gotten what we deserve, Lord.
– Lost jobs and lost joy.
– Disease and death.
Broken bodies and broken hearts.
