Jesus is present to us in the mess, he’s just like us in all things but the madness. Tested by suffering he helps those in the midst of chaos. A light to lead us through the volcanic ash of our personal disasters. The still island, our haven, in the environmental upheaval. We pray, Jesus, let us see the way to protect the tissue of the earth from the wound of human want. We pray that we may leave no scar. We end our prayer with the assent, not “Amen,” but “Present”. Thanks for being part of this poetry community. If you like this poem give it a heart and, please, share it with a friend.
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