Aftershocks
We live with the aftershocks of fear:
Our heart and strength failing;
Our tears the rivers through which we run
To you, O God.
We find our desires
Rubbed against the unknown
Of terror on every side —
And as a maiden watches for her mistress —
We focus our eyes, steadfast, on you.
Come to our aid and help us.
Where we are fractured and frayed, repair us.
Where we are weary, uphold us.
In the tidal waves of memory
And dust and damage,
Be the sea of grace on which we
Walk on water to you.
Be the last word of hope
And the first sound of joy.
While we live with these aftershocks,
Be our firm foundation.
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