There is no safest place
when classrooms betray hope: grade school rooms now Shoah tombs;
and when violence entertains – bytes bomb baseball bats – one and naught bought and sold to the lowest bidder;
and when ephemeral secure energy demands trump trees so that forests weep; mourning amputated appendages, slashed meadows, burned vales, cancered dales;
and when black Friday infects every Friday – good and bad – resulting in wreckage of weeks worn weary by non-stop shopping grinding a deal into every minute, every second: “sale” cacophonies griming the air so that silence is dead;
and when “enough” never obtains: violence, status, entertainment, self-importance, fame, billions building upon one another in crushing numbness.
There is no safest place today.
Kyrie eleison; mercy in praying
Christe eleison; mercy in weeping
Kyrie eleison; mercy in mourning.