The healer brought pain
The one with the easy yoke brought turmoil
Just as Mary’s soul was pierced
With the death of her son
So our hearts are pierced
By the death of so many
And God’s heart is pierced
By the oppressed and forgotten
And Mary feels the pain of her dying son
And God feels the pain of the dying children
A sword of betrayal pierces the Holy Land
A sword of prejudice rejects people –
People, Lord, that you call holy –
Because all are holy in your eyes –
And our hearts are pierced as our friends suffer
As our friends are betrayed at the hands of the powerful
At the hands of the dominant and rich
And our hearts are pierced by the sword of injustice
Like the spear that pierced the side of Jesus
We cry out in pain for our wounded friends
Our prayers are not heard – the Church remains silent
The western world supports the wielding of the sword
The vulnerable are struck down
Why – why is there no healing?
A sword pierces my heart . . .
I am wounded deep.
© Garth Hewitt
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