Remorsefully (An Anxious Mother's Prayer)


Remorsefully, I pray for safety,
(set your mind on things above)
The sound of shots ---
Another, then another.
What a tragedy!
(but God forbid you take away the guns)
What if, what if,
What if it is his turn for prayers and for thoughts?
Safety, salvation, what matters most?
(I cling to the here and now,
so I don't pray for his soul.)
Do you understand, Lord?
You do.
You are down-to-earth.
You care about man made of soil. 

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