I Can Hear God Crying

The cry of a baby: thirst, hunger, attention, comfort, breast, closer, now, give me, give me, give me, I need, I need.

Mary and Joseph: tired and frustrated. Still you cry. Bidding for every ounce of energy offered and then some.

But I’m afraid you’re still waiting for us to respond. Waiting for us to see, shot down and choked in the streets, and this in the name of justice.

I can hear God crying like never before, grief sobs and staccato, body heavy with rage. Infant and cross bearer, life thirsting desperately for aid.

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WordsAnna Spencer
Image: Jim Kast-Keat
Music: Melody Sheep

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